Condition of Release, 4/5

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This is getting just a little bit ridiculous. Last night I had to unplug the AC and plug in the electric blanket. This morning I woke to find the duct-tape securing the seams around the AC unit had frozen and the adhesive had cracked, leaving one of the extension fins to retract, meaning there was an inch-wide gap in my window where the cold was INVADING.

Deeply uncool.

I know it's hip to love duct tape and all, but for the majority of household applications duct tape is kind of useless actually. High-end packing tape works better and leaves less residue.

And now that I have once again secured my Cranky Old Man Of The Internet status, please enjoy:

Condition of Release, 4/5

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I knew in my heart I shouldn't have installed the AC.

(It was totally worth it.)

It is so cold in my flat, SO COLD, with the heat turned off. I am in socks and slippers and my fleece-lined jeans and my thermal hoodie and a blanket. I know the cold will end soon, but in the meantime I cannot function. All I can do is sit here curled around my laptop and really learn to appreciate the masochism of people who settled Chicago before the invention of the electric blanket.

Today at work we had two false alarm police calls. TWO. The first time, someone faxed 911 and then hung up. The police who showed up said "When we called the number we heard an alarm going off." That would be the tone of the fax machine picking up. Incidentally, how do you accidentally fax 911?

The second time, someone on a totally different floor called 911 and hung up, and apparently the cops just assumed it was us again.

I knew I shouldn't have got out of bed this morning. I should have listened to the deluded little voice inside me that insisted today was really Saturday.