I know it's someone's birthday, but I can't remember who.

Anyway, I was tired of feeling chilly in my own fucking house, so I turned up thermostat from a freezing 62 to a modest 69 and awoke to the sound of windows being thrown open and some of them gasping for air in this "sauna." I guess they think it's fun to constantly have the tips of your fingers and the bottom of your feet completely numb from November to March. Does Gap sell snow suits for bed because my roommates must have layers of fur instead of skin. I tell 'ya, there is little I look forward to more at this point than living in my own place where I don't have to bundle up before getting out from under my covers. I'm going to have to buy a heater for my room. I refuse to be cold or even chilly when I'm in the "comfort" of my own home. Bad start. Very bad start.

So, last night was absolutely horrible, as you will read. I kept a log of it last night. It's not he worst night in the world. I've definitely been more miserable than that, but it was still a miserable evening on its own. I'm going to go type it up.

Also, I love the convenience of the $20 bus from Boston to NYC, but getting to the bus station is the hardest fucking part. It's not nearby.

Okay, bartending log is posted in Random Thoughts.

My roommates brought me home breakfast. Dammit, you wanna be mean and then they do something nice and selfless. Oh well. Chilly it is.