Day Three: Part One

Picture every minor annoyance and exacerbate it by a windchill of -17 degrees. That is my day: waking up to an inefficient heating system that has my apartment at 60 degrees, cat puke on the tear-out of snack ideas from Real Simple (I'll spare you the picture), dressing in four layers (literally), a coffee machine that doesn't feel like working, tire pressure alerts upon arriving to work, all of the things that happen at work, having to park a mile away from the doctor's office because of inefficient parking lots, temper tantrums that result in expensive things breaking, coming home to an inefficient heating system that has my apartment at 59 degrees...you get the picture. I guess I won't be taking my shoes or two jackets off any time soon. I'm too cold to even go in the bathroom to pee (or to go anywhere else to pee, unless it's Tahiti). My laptop keyboard is freezing. And to top this all off, today (post-lunch) I was huuuuungry. I'm still hungry. I can't stop thinking about tacos. And pizza. OMG, give me cheese. Then I'm like, oh yeah, this is what getting dressed feels like: 

Nope, not wearing that

Okay, now I'm guiltily looking at pictures of cheese online like it's porn. I am turning into that guy from Portlandia (in more ways than one; can we discuss brunch now?). I was going to have leftovers for dinner, but I think I need to cook something to get my mind off of...well, food. At least I'll get to stand near a hot stove. Maybe I'll even get to take off one of my jackets!