My life is a badly written comedy.
Property Managers: Is the heat working?
Me: it randomly turned on again.
PM: we’ll have someone look at it Monday.
Boyfriend: I think the heat stopped working again.
It doesn’t listen to the thermostat anymore. It just does what it wants. Anyway, it’s too late to do anything now and I ‘m to drunk to drive suburbs so yeah. I hope I don.’to wake up to the bitter cold tomorrow.
Actually I ‘ll wake up to a jungle because random heat is random.