January 22, 2003
We Are In Hell, If Hell Were Really, Really Cold, Which I Guess Is Sort of Un-Hell-Like But Just Go With Me Here. The freaking water in my freaking building (and maybe the whole freaking city) is shut off again for the second time since November. There are work crews outside my apartment, lights a-flashing, tearing up the streets, trying to fix the damn thing, but it looks like I'm probably gonna have to go to work tomorrow and paper-towel-and-liquid-soap myself down in the bathroom. Wheee.
Oh, and speaking of outside, have I mentioned that it's nine freaking degrees out, with a wind-chill that makes it feel like four freaking below, and that if all goes well it may peek above freezing by Monday, just in time for the freaking snow? What kind of a god would allow something like this to happen?
Oh, and speaking of outside, have I mentioned that it's nine freaking degrees out, with a wind-chill that makes it feel like four freaking below, and that if all goes well it may peek above freezing by Monday, just in time for the freaking snow? What kind of a god would allow something like this to happen?
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