I'm sitting here in my living room and I can see my own breath by the light of my monitor. Don't suggest I turn on the heat. We have electric baseboard heat in this apt, and that sucker is expensive. Also, while it's not as cold here as it is in some parts of the country, homes in those areas are actually built for the cold. The building I'm in has uninsulated cinderblock walls, no storm door and no weather stripping.
Also, I have a cold that's bugging the hell out of me. I was running a mild fever yesterday and came home after two hours of work (while calculating: Would I pay $xx to go home right now?).
It sucks to be me right now.
However, I've been pushing ahead on The Buried King. Just a page a day, but reinstating a manageable goal, even this pathetic one, has helped my attitude tremendously.
If only some Christmas money would magically appear.