So, last night's sleeping debacle was that I went to bed at midnight and woke at 7a because I had to pee. I did so, went back to bed, the cats settled down immediately, but I couldn't get back to sleep for no good reason!

I believe that I fell back asleep about two seconds before the alarm rang, so I had to hit snooze for half an hour. Why can't I ever have a normal night's sleep?

When I got up to pee, I noticed that it was about 2° in my apartment. What gave it away was when I sat on the toilet and had to bite my lip to keep from leaping into the air, howling.

The door to the outer basement was open, so I went to close it, as usually it's much colder out there, but it was actually warmer, so I checked the thermostat, and the heat was off!

"What ninny turned the heat off?" I wondered. Then I realized that this is my thermostat, and the problem wasn't that somebody turned it off, it was that I never turned it on.

It's pretty useless, inadequate heat, but it's better than nothing.

So, I'm broker than a one-tined fork (to quote Atara).

Yesterday I figured out that I had $33.62 and needed $30.05 for breakfast and travel and Pepsi until I get paid on Friday. So I'm set as long as I don't use too much shampoo and the cat food lasts as long as I think it will, but I can always buy an extra can, 'cause I have that big $3.57 cushion.

Today I have $25.11 and I have to spend $19.85 (I ended up having a cheaper breakfast yesterday, is the reason for the cushion jump).

No lunches are in my plan, which is cool, 'cause I'm trying to lose weight, but yesterday The Raccoon bought me lunch from this place that makes the best chicken salads in the world, but it's kind of far away, and she would have been to embarrassed to have the delivery guy tote one small salad for blocks and blocks in that terrible cold, so she got me one, too.

Then, in the evening, Tracing bought me dinner at Vynl when she came round to look through my photos. So I relied upon the kindness of my friends!

Tracing was funny about the pictures.

She's trying to sell them to her client, you see, but she knows everyone in the pictures, so she was trying to get over the weirdness of selling a picture of Molly or Melissa to hang in a stranger's apartment.

I pointed out, correctly, I think, that if she was looking at these photos in a gallery, or in a stranger's portfolio, the relationship of the models to the artist would be immaterial, and I pointed out Nan Goldin's work in particular.

In fact, I think that that is the definition of art: Pictures of the artist's friends hung on strangers walls.

Today's horoscope:
Take time to do some long-term planning about your career directions. You can initiate steps to improve your work status.

One year ago today:
Morons. Kumbaya my friend, indeed...

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