The silver lining of frozen pipes
This morning, the kitchen faucet didn't work in the apartment. I used the faucet in the bathroom instead, and went to class without thinking about it.
But what had happened ("wha' ha' happened", says Susie) was that the pipes were frozen. So our landlords brought over this super duper space heater that nukes the hell out of our kitchen. The result: it's a snot-freezing -5 degrees outside, but it's a tropical 80 degrees inside. That is awesome.
Update: Now I'm wearing shorts and I'm sweating. Could there be too much of a good thing? Would you like to live in a sauna?