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My life feels all disorganised and argh. This is, I suspect, in large part because my flat is an unholy mess. I’ve been meaning to clean this weekend, but when I switched on the boiler yesterday, it quickly became apparent that there was something wrong. Normally, even in the coldest dead of winter, it takes an hour, max, to heat the water up to near-boiling. This time? Not so much. Three hours later, it was still tepid at best — warm enough that I can tell it’s doing something, too cold to take a shower with or do the dishes. And so i should call my landlady, except I need to clean first, before she comes out, because I can’t let her see the flat like this. O HELLO CATCH-22! *headdesk*
(Okay, I’ve been clearing up at least, and dusting and stuff, and will do the dishes by boiling water in the kettle, but it’s gonna take a while, and I’ve not been able to take a shower in two days now. I normally shower twice a day, so now I feel icky like whoa.)
In happier news, Gerard Way needs to be my secret gay boyfriend. (Starting at the 0:57 mark.) No, seriously. (Around the 1:50 mark especially.)
Crossposted from Sleepless in Scotland. Comment here or there.