A quick Google tells me this:
If your landlord is responsible for heating your apartment, and the heat is regularly below the City code regulations, then you should notify your landlord in writing that he must bring the heat up to the City's regulations. For Chicago the heating season begins September 15th and ends May 31st. The minimum temperature that must be maintained in each unit is:
65° between 7:30am and 8:30am
68° between 8:30am and 10:30pm
63° between 10:30pm and 7:30am.
I woke up to 57° in my apartment.
Oh, ugh, aurelia. That's no good.
Oooh, hi Nilly! I hope I didn't miss you.
GA thoughts: What bugged me about the spontaneous orgasm case was that they didn't offer a diagnosis! Why did it require surgery? Honestly, it was probably overproduction of seratonin that could have been handled by pharmacology. Or something. But it bugged me that there was this neat case thrown in with no diagnosis. Also, geez, interns, could you be more crass? Izzie is smarter than that.
While I've been ambivalent at most towards Meredith this whole time, that last scene just pissed me off at both of them. Meredith for being ridiculously self-involved and deaf, and George for *knowing* that Meredith deals with heartache through random sex and still doing it because it happens to be the girl he's wanted to sleep with this whole time and thinking with his dick.
Cristina and Burke dancing would be on my iPod, if I had a video one, so that I could watch it every morning and dance to my coffee.
Why don't they cancel college for snow days? That doesn't seem fair.
SA! Welcome back to the USA! How are you doing?
[Edit: 8+1=7+2]
Thanks! I'm good, save for bronchitis and having to go to class. But that seems to be baseline normal these days. How are you? How are the studies going?
I'm just at the end of a bad cold or a very light flu, so I'm not so fun right now (and I'm croaking when I try to speak). And, um, that affects the studies, of course, and not in the best of ways.
How is your schedule going? I'm not asking anything about after-college, because you're probably tired of that, but when is your last semester?
and I'm croaking when I try to speak
Ooh, you're me. Sorry, honey.
My schedule is...going. Right now I'm in the Sort of Bad Place where everything I do feels like a facsimile of a real life, and I'm tired of working from the primer for having a life, you know? I want to actually live, instead of filling my time with, well, filler stuff. I go here, and here, and it makes my day full, but it all seems rather pointless.
This is my last semester, though, for which I'm grateful: I'm counting down the days to graduation, May 21. And I did figure out what I want to do after college, which is BUNAC, a work visa program that will take me to Britain and Ireland for eight months. Of course, I haven't figured out how to pay for it...
Ooh, you're me. Sorry, honey.
Why sorry? Does it mean I get the lovely hair and the visiting-places-all-over-the-world, too?
Oh, and lots of luck with having a good ending for the semester and the whole college experience. The after-graduation program looks great, too! I hope you do find a way to make it work.
Timelies, everyone.
I have no classes today! Which means I get to wake up at a reasonable hour, and don't actually have to have any level of higher thinking skills before about 12. (Generally I teach at 8 on Mondays.)
Somebody send me some motivation, stat. I could really stand to do some house-cleaning, but I'm gronking instead.
