Just like most New Yorkers, I have a tiny little apartment. Most of the winter this year was spent shivering, as my landlord kept forgetting to turn the heat on. At one point, I even had to call some tenants' right board to report him for not heating our apartment building.
Now, it's spring and it's warming up.
And the heat's on in my building. I have all the windows open, and the fans on to try and circulate air... and I feel like I'm trying to sleep in some sort of tropical hell. Chocolate is melting, the sheets are covered in sweat, and we get to wait until Monday to complain!
Posted by Jon at April 27, 2003 07:22 AM | TrackBack