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Some guy came to check out the heaters in our flat today. They haven't been working since we moved in, so it's been rather cold lately. S. has taken to wearing all the sweaters in her closet when she studies, and I pretty much shuffle from my bed (with the down duvet, oh so nice!) to in front of the little space heater by my desk, to the warm squishiness of the couch. And whenever we've finished cooking something in the oven, we leave the door open as it cools off. But soon! We will have heat! Like, maybe next week, the last week of classes just before we go home! Hurrah!

I'm staying in the flat all day today, for no good reason beyond the fact that I can't be bothered to get dressed properly and walk out into the cold mistiness that has taken over the city. Yeah, sure, it looks romantic as hell, but when you actually have to walk through this stuff, it coats your whole body with water, and no raincoat of umbrella will prevent you from being absolutely soaking wet and miserable by the time you get wherever you're going. So, yes, no, I am staying here, even though I no longer have any detergent to do the laundry I desperately need to do, or any bread to eat, or any minutes left on my mobile. That will all have to wait until tomorrow, when I will be forced to leave the flat. In the meantime, though, I am hearing all sorts of weird noises in the building. There was a really loud beep! noise at about noon, the source of which I have not yet found. And every once in a while I can hear what sounds like someone playing the triangle downstairs. And sometimes I hear what sounds like someone opening a sliding door behind the wall of my room. It's a little creepy. But at least I don't feel lonely with all this racket.

Jessa, my favourite friend, has recently informed me that I do not, in fact, have a left liver. It seems that, in my study of English Literature, the subject of anatomy never came up often enough, and now, despite all my facy word games, I have come off as an idiot because I got confused between the liver and the kidney. To that I say, thank you Jessa for helping me out with all your veterinary wisdom. However, the entry will stay as it is because, frankly, I kind of like showing you how incredibly retarded I can be at times, and how important it is to have a well-rounded education. Let me be your intellectual antihero.

Finally, I would like to state that I went to see Love Actually last night with R., and that it was wonderful. However! I could not pay any attention whatsoever to the little kid's storyline because every time Liam Neeson came on screen I was shocked and disturbed by what a gigantic person he is. What would make the director pair him up with the tiny elfin boy? It freaked me out whenever they were really close to each other because either the boy is the smallest being to ever exist on this planet (his big black eyes did scream "alien" to me), or Mr Neeson must be some kind of genetically engineered giant man-of-the-future. When he dies, I say we use him to test out Dr. Frankenstein's theories.

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