Our Cadet heater flammed out last week, so I called my landlord. He asked if I could look into finding a replacement heating element for it. What I did find is that this flamethrower has just been recalled by Cadet Mfg. . So my landlord sent me back out to find out about how "we" go about getting our replacement heater. You might think that a recall would be good news... time for a free new heater, no questions asked. Instead I find that the company has filed for bancruptcy and I wiil need to wait atleast 12 weeks for my replacement heater. woah... that plan is flawed.

So I called my landlord back... one more time, making it clear that he needs to get me heat like now! So now he wants me to go out and buy a heater, with my money (what money?), install it myself, and then he'll reimmburse me. Of course regular readers will know, I can't afford to spend $100 for a heater, and wait for my landlord to "make good" on paying me back.

But, it's February, and the house is as cold as a hockey rink in the morning, so I'll do it.

What a lousy week this has been. Monica has been sick and depressed and angry for eight sraight days. Crying and begging me to stay home from work. Confined to the couch while the clutter builds. Not letting me get to sleep until 1:30 - 2:00am, claiming I never talk to her, and we never have any fun anymore. Now today she seems to feel a little better... but she just called me to ask me to pick up her prescription. Prescription of what? If my count is correct, she has gotten well over double her monthly allotment of pain pills in the last four weeks. What the hell is her doctor doing?

"The Ice Man cometh"