This morning was the second time in the past month where I have woken up to ridiculous cold in my apartment. My heater's on, cranked all the way up, yet I am not getting any hot air.
My calm and patient demeanor is about to flip on it's head, and I am about to turn into an ever-loving psychotic harpie.
Next time this happens, I'll spend my rent money buying space heaters, and hand Sir Landlord the receipt.
It's 18 degrees outside right now. It's about 45 inside.
I am PISSED.