Last night had to be the coldest night in my house thusfar, sans heat. I think part of it was due to the wind. I think the other part is due to the lack of FRIGGIN' HEAT! Yeah that's right, I wore my snowsuit to bed last night, and if I had a pair of moon boots and earmuffs, I'da worn those suckers too. My roommate applied for fuel assistance and they've been giving her the run around. She's finally been appoved, so hopefully relief is in sight. The gas dude is supposed to be coming by this morning to finally turn our sh*t back on. We'll see. I hope my roommate doesn't sleep through the gas man knocking on the door. I also hope my roommate pays the damned bill infull and quits screwing around. I can't take another microwave dinner or frozen night with dangerous energy sucking space heaters (which have been known to kill many an old lady with a dozen cats and people in trailer homes). Funny, being forced to use the microwave and toaster oven have caused me to become pretty inventive. Martha Stewart should do a special on it. You'd be surprised by the cuisine you can make a la microwave. I've dubbed Dave, the "Nuclear Chef!" because he makes everything in the microwave. I never thought I'd miss cooking, but I do. Don't get me wrong, I'm no Betty Crocker, but there's something comforting about smelling bread or cookies baking in the oven.....not to be confused with having a bun in the oven, or bundt for that matter.