My penny pinching Jew of a mother explains to me in increasingly loud and irritated tones that by not raising the thermostat above 67 degrees we are saving incalculable amounts of money.
This is of little relief to my freezing and currently feeling-less phalanges.
As a direct result of this I sulk to the basement, dig around in a sawdust covered, black mould filled crawlspace and dig up an electric area heater.
I crank it to high and go to sleep.
In an ironic twist of events, I wake up covered in about four quarts of my own sweat and the thermostat now tells me that it is eighty degrees in my room.
I'm going to write the makers of this area heater a strongly worded letter of gratitude and praise for engineering such a superb piece of machinery.
This is of little relief to my freezing and currently feeling-less phalanges.
As a direct result of this I sulk to the basement, dig around in a sawdust covered, black mould filled crawlspace and dig up an electric area heater.
I crank it to high and go to sleep.
In an ironic twist of events, I wake up covered in about four quarts of my own sweat and the thermostat now tells me that it is eighty degrees in my room.
I'm going to write the makers of this area heater a strongly worded letter of gratitude and praise for engineering such a superb piece of machinery.
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