(Cross-posted to all the journals I know I've got. There's probably some I've forgotten about)
Our boiler has broken. My room, normally kept at what I will conservatively estimate to be 25 degrees, is now more like 2 or 3. Yesterday I was able to shower in ridiculously cold water because I was in a hurry to leave, so I just jumped in, washed and ran out screaming and cursing, with all my extremities an odd blue colour. Today I have nowhere to be, and the fear of that shower is mounting.
In more positive news, my interview on Friday didn't suck, so I'm feeling fairly hopeful about the whole thing. Should know on Monday or Tuesday, and will be drinking heavily on Weds, regardless of the outcome.
Heading to London this weekend for fun and frolics with the SGUK people on Sunday at Avenue Q. Think I'll maybe be heading down on Friday though, so I'll be expecting the London natives to keep me entertained, especially since Holly, my useless lump of a sister-thing, is going to Liverpool. Or somewhere northern like that. I forget.
I'm dressed, in a sleeping bag, under a kingsized duvet, in bed. How the hell can I still be cold?
I may spend today curled up in the oven, at this rate, just to stay warm.
Our boiler has broken. My room, normally kept at what I will conservatively estimate to be 25 degrees, is now more like 2 or 3. Yesterday I was able to shower in ridiculously cold water because I was in a hurry to leave, so I just jumped in, washed and ran out screaming and cursing, with all my extremities an odd blue colour. Today I have nowhere to be, and the fear of that shower is mounting.
In more positive news, my interview on Friday didn't suck, so I'm feeling fairly hopeful about the whole thing. Should know on Monday or Tuesday, and will be drinking heavily on Weds, regardless of the outcome.
Heading to London this weekend for fun and frolics with the SGUK people on Sunday at Avenue Q. Think I'll maybe be heading down on Friday though, so I'll be expecting the London natives to keep me entertained, especially since Holly, my useless lump of a sister-thing, is going to Liverpool. Or somewhere northern like that. I forget.
I'm dressed, in a sleeping bag, under a kingsized duvet, in bed. How the hell can I still be cold?
I may spend today curled up in the oven, at this rate, just to stay warm.
let me know what avenue Q is like, im desperate to see it.
good luck on the interview hope you get it
You could pull the fridge out from the wall and stand behind it - if the radiator isn't warm your fridge is broken
good luck for the job