ION, I'm thinking about going to the candlelight vigil opposing this tonight: [link]

I have a feeling it's gonna be a candlelight vigil week. Tuesday night is a Domestic Violence Candlelight Vigil in the square of my neighborhood.

vw, at least you have the choice to turn on or not turn on the heat. My building doesn't have thermostats in the individual apartments. Somewhere in the bowels of the building, there lies an inferno that's held back by only a gigantic lever marked "ON" and "OFF," and at some mysterious predetermined time, mysterious undefined people come and flip the gigantic switch from OFF to ON.

They have not yet flipped the switch. It was 34 last night.

I am NOT amused.

Steph, that's AWFUL. They TOTALLY need to flip that switch.

I control the heat for two of the apartments in the building. And, apparently, it gets very hot upstairs. So, I imagine I'm going to learn to live at a cooler temp this winter.

(Cold) cereal:

Library smut. No, not porn -- pictures of amazing libraries. The British Library London almost made me cry, it's so gorgeous. Followed very closely by the Rijkmuseum Amsterdam and Trinity College Dublin.

Okay, I just called the "Community Hotline" of the corporation that owns my apartment complex (as well as many others around the city), and left them an irate message. And then I e-mailed the President of the corp., the Vice-President, and the manager of my apartment complex.

Since *Thursday* the high temperatures have been in the mid-50s, and at night the lows have been 33-34. That's FOUR FUCKING DAYS. That's not just unacceptable, it's illegal. Which I didn't say in the phone message or the e-mail; I'm going to wait to see how they respond.

At least I have my anger to keep me warm.

Lee approves of your library smut, Steph.

But she says that you still suck.

Yeah, Steph, that's ridiculous. Go get 'em!

Thanks for the well-wishes on the job, all. Ima need them. In the middle of the night my tiny squirrel brain woke me up, demanding to know things like: what will I wear? what time will I have to leave? what will I have for lunch? will they be nice to me? can I do this? do I want to do this? what about all the projects that remain unfinished: making drapes, prepping garden for winter, decluttering and dusting part of the bedroom, those necklaces I meant to put together for Christmas, playing with the kitties, etc., etc., etc.

You'd think the squirrel brain has never even seen the giant ugly bills looming around here. Stoopid squirrel brain, what do you think normal working people use their weekends for? It doesn't know, it's been thoroughly spoiled by having its own schedule for way too long.

Garage sale most successful. SO much unwanted junk went away forever and now we have cash instead. Beth and Matt came by and spent a most pleasant visit with us. My sister saw 'em arrive and said to herself, those people have GOT to be Buffistas, they look so smart.

Heh, that's funny, KB. I call it the "hamster brain."

Damn, Jars has the best smile ever.

I just tried to renew my prescription for Avandia at Wal-Mart, for the first time under my new medical insurance. Apparently my medical insurance wants me to put in a 45% co-pay on it. The cost to me for a 30-day supply came out to be $98.

I didn't pick it up.

Medica's customer service line is closed until 7 am-6 pm tomorrow. Sigh.