Ima grab one of your gifts and possibly try to puncture my skull to make this go away. It's been every damn night. Makes me long to be a morning person and fake my way through.
Okay, it took me much too long to figure out what gifts you meant.
I was kind of wondering if I had bought you some of those throwing star things without remembering it.
I hope they help.
Ooh! I want throwing stars now. Though I don't think I should be trusted with them tonight.
And thank you.
eta:
Alias is confusing me. It's sort of random assed.
So not just the blinding pain making it lose the linear. Good to know.
eta2: Is Dermot Mulroney stoned on the Colbert Reporrr or am I? Cause it's really got to be one of us. My head is a little less painful so it really might be me.
eta3: Upon further reflection, really might be me.
Bah! My heating system has reverted to its default really-cold-weather habit of heating the upstairs until we're boiling in our beds, while the first floor remains under 60 degrees. Feh.
Bah! My heating system has reverted to its default really-cold-weather habit of heating the upstairs until we're boiling in our beds, while the first floor remains under 60 degrees. Feh.
Where is the thermostat located?
Right in the living room, alas.
Don't mess with the thermostat. Thermostat-ma among Somervillians has been weak of late.
You might want to look into having a plumber split your heating system into two zones, one for each floor. At least get an estimate on what it would cost.
Yeah, it's going to be a rewatch. I can't make this linear.
It wasn't terribly linear. Which normally I'm fine with, but last night's started out a little too muddled. Made me really wonder what I'd missed in the last 10 minutes of last week's, but then I realized it was just muddled.
Ice storm OF DEATH has started. Wimpily.
I know all about zone relay valves!! Because my house has the old kind, and they are weird.
My house now has a working thermostat, for the record, but it's not been 100% resolved who is going to pay for Stupendous Eric the Electrician. (Landlord really ought to.) Also, I have to mail stuff to Honeywell to get a refund on their crap product. Bah.
The good news is, it takes a long time for an unheated house to cool down to unbearable. The bad news is, it takes just as long to heat it back up.
I baked cookies last night, but although they are pretty, they don't taste like much except butter. I mean, they have 1/2 lb butter to only a cup of sugar, so that is logical, but it is not what I was expecting. Well, as long as the coworkers don't know what I was expecting, it shouldn't matter.
Mmmmmmm, butter. Sounds good to me.