The central heating is running right now to get the temperature inside the house to at least 50 degrees (the low setting I’ve programmed into my thermostat). I’ve decided to sleep downstairs in my home office since this is the only room where I actually run a heater; I spend most of my time down there so it seemed like the best place to use a heater. I fired up a Vornado a little while ago, but it hadn’t run in ages and thus the burning of the accumulated dust set off the smoke alarm, and my ears are still ringing.


It’s 7 degrees outside right now, but it apparently feels like -3. I don’t mind when temps drop to, say, the mid twenties, but this is just stupid. At least it’s not snowing. Remind me again why I left SoCal?

I fucking hate winter...

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