cabbitzilla

Here I sit in my rapidly cooling apartment. It was warm when I got here, you see, but the furnace seems to have decided to breathe its' last while I waited for Crystal to get off work. The burner keeps trying to kick over but it never goes beyond that.

I'm not happy.

Fortunately my critters are still camped out in Kelly's den down in Bowie, so they're not in danger. I'm going to make myself some beefaroni and hope that hot food will help me a bit. It's 65 in here and dropping; the windows are drafty to the point of being superfluous and it's gonna get cold tonight in here.

I won't be staying tonight, but the pipes sorta hafta stay in place...