Well, a few hours after my post yesterday, the heat came on in the apartment. I went to the grocery store to buy some delicious foodstuffs for myself, and when I came back in, the apartment smelled like freshly-turned-on radiators. You know that weird semi-bad, semi-good toasted-paint smell? This was confirmed by a horrible hissing noise coming from the back room. Then I went into my room to inspect and my radiator wasn't hissing, but it was toasty, toasty warm. I danced a bit and then texted my flatmates to let them know of this new development. Then I got scared that the hissing noise in their room was actually the radiator doing something awful, so I went in and checked, but everything was fine.

It took a while, but now the whole apartment is pretty warm . . . or, at least, warmer. I no longer have to walk around in corduroys and a sweatshirt and huge hedgehog slippers just to make sure I don't catch hypothermia. The unfortunate thing is that, obviously, I woke up in the middle of the night feeling unbearably hot. Also, those damn pigeons woke me up with their infernal cooing! Something needs to be done, and whatever I end up doing, I'm pretty sure that PETA won't approve. But what do they approve of, anyway? I can't think of a single thing I ever do that doesn't somehow, at least indirectly, hurt an animal. Including breathing. Even Hitler.

Today I played some Game Show Network games online, and let me tell you, it is HARD to get into that Top 10 list. Some people are either very lucky, or they've hacked the GSN website. I used to be pretty good at hacking, but I gave up that lifestyle. Too risky; too many loved ones get hurt. And Dan Giannini was finally catching up to me. I miss it, though . . . the thrill.

Well, time to cash some checks, pay some bills, go to the Verizon store, and send out my resume to a few more places that won't respond. Fun, fun, fun!

--DJ Dickmutt