january 12

these are places that are gone, now we can go on and on Frickin' landlord. I don't care what anyone says, 62 is too cold for an apartment this time of year. I have my thermometer out on the desk, and that's what it says. That's what it says in the morning, too. I can put my hand flat on the heaters and barely feel anything. Man, I can't wait to move out! Which may be a bit closer (that bourgeois real estate deal up and coming) -- I got preliminary approval from the bank today. Woo hoo! Here's some history of the 'hood of Jackson Heights, for reference. Here's some more. Three days off of work -- thanks, Martin Luther King, Jr.!