IcyHot is an interesting concept. It’s a cream that you rub on sore muscles and whatnot that supposedly has icy properties to dull the pain and hot properties to relax said pain away. Ingenious, if you ask me. Why can’t our apartment be like that? It is both icy in the morning and hot for the rest of the day. Instead of dulling my pain and soothing my aches, it, in the course of 24 hours, chills me mercilessly and causes me to stick to my leather office chair.
I guess this all stems from TJ, Greg, and I being cheap. The first couple power bills we got were ungodly in their magnitude so we started a strict regime of power conservation. Basically what that amounts to is removing all temperature regulation and subjecting ourselves to the mercy of the elements. When it’s hot at night, we crank open the doors and put the fans on…consequently, when we wake up, it’s like a meatlocker in here. Usually I just crawl into the fridge to warm up, but now there’s a lot of milk in there and no room.
It’s odd that there are probably several easy things we could do to remedy the problem, but we never will. Undoubtedly some helpful commenter will list 3 to 5 things we should do to make the apartment cozy again. These suggestions will not be heeded. It’s not really a question of ability to solve the problem; it’s really more of an issue of motivation. Besides…if I fixed the few things in life that constantly bothered me, what would I write about on a night when I have writer’s block?
On an unrelated note, we just got a fun notice on our door:
Judging by the reasonable volume we always have our music at, I can only assume that our bass-thumping downstairs neighbors are the real culprits. It’s a sad, sad world when we must suffer the constant thudding bass line of the latest Jay-Z (Jigga what?) album and then also face the penalties of it. Thanks downstairs neighbors! Thanks apartment complex! That’s cold… BING!
