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[swan_tower]

Ladies and gentlemen of the internets,

I am writing you this missive from the kitchen of my residence. It is a southward-facing room, and the doors to the rest of the house are shut. The oven is turned on, and twenty-four candles burn on my counters. Thanks to these measures, I am tolerably warm; though my toes are a bit cold, I am not wearing gloves, and the blanket I had wrapped around me is currently on the floor. I am, however, still wearing thick socks and slippers, sweatpants, a long-sleeved shirt, a sweatshirt, and my nice warm bathrobe.

From this fortress I shall await the arrival of the man who is to fix our furnace.

If you do not hear from me again, please retrieve my frozen body from this kitchen and give it proper burial.

Comments

[unforth.livejournal.com]

We lost our furnace in January in Binghamton a few years back; had no heat for three days. When they finally got it fixed, the warmest room in the house (the one with two space heaters in it, only one window, and blankets hung over the doorways so the heat wouldn't escape) was in the 40's; the rest of the house was about 20 degrees. It's a wonder our pipes didn't freeze.

Which is to say, I feel your pain. :( Hope it gets fixed soon.

[kniedzw.livejournal.com]

It best be fixed soon, or I shall choke a bitch.

[lillornyn.livejournal.com]

Is Ricardo Montalban gonna have to choke a bitch?!