Furnace crapped out. 43°F outside, 64°F inside. Guy's on his way. Could be worse - it ain't freezin' and it ain't snowin'. Last time the furnace quit it was in the middle of a 24" blizzard and the poor repair guy took 2 hours to get here from a few towns over. We almost had to put him up for the night.
Working now. The poor guy spent a half hour trying to clear a clog in the line! We had an oil delivery today, it must have loosened up some scum in the tank. I never thought seeing black gunk FINALLY shoot out of a hand pump could be such a beautiful sight! Whoever designed this house needs a good smack. The oil tank is on the opposite corner from the furnace, and the oil line - about 50 feet or so - is buried in the concrete slab. Geez!
Gah. Yer a behbey. Alls I gots fer heat is a fucking space heater, built into the wall. Now that wouldn't be bad 'ceptin' the only place to put my TV is right in front of the heater. I've rigged a little foil tent to re-direct the heat and prevent it from melting the TV, but the last time I used it, I noticed the wooden stand the TV is on is noticably darker where the heater blows past it and I really don't want to burn down my apartment. All this would be no big deal--I live in Portland, OR where it rarely even snows. But it's been below freezing now. Every. Fucking. Week. Today I was walking around with longjohns under my clothes, a sweater, one of them tweed "newsboy" caps, and a blanket wrapped around me. It's like the battle of the fucking bulge here, man. Guess who decided to allow himself a fine, fine beaker of bourbon tonight. HOLY SHIT! This is the Green Room!!??
Just wanted to whine, nothing controversial. Our bathroom is unheated. We always have to run a space heater in there for an hour before showers. Damned annoying. Some day we'll live in the current century.
