Ccccc-c-c-c-c-c-c-cold!

I think my nose hairs froze together this morning, waiting for the train. Seriously.

It’s cold as hell here tonight, and my apartment seems incapable of retaining heat. Partly, I’m sure it’s because this building is "sunk" into the ground (the yard is a good fifteen? twenty? feet below street level). So technically, though I’m on the first floor… I’m in the basement. The floor, and even the walls, are icy cold to the touch. I’m not sure if it truly is my apartment, or if everyone in Chicago is suffering from the cold. I’m going to call our maintenance guy, Mike, tomorrow and have him look around anyways – with the heat going nonstop for hours, I can’t get this place to warm above what feels like 45/50.

It’s hard to concentrate on much of anything – I’ve got on a t-shirt, a sweater, and a pullover jacket and I’m still a bit cold. Beer is unappealin…. fuck! Did those words just come out of my mouth?

Gaaa… I feel like I should just crawl into bed and pile things on top of myself. Sleep until the cold air goes away.

Sweet Jesus, listen to my whine like a little baby. I’m sure this must be the sort of compelling content that entices you to visit my blog on a daily basis. :)