Late last (Monday) night I turned off the heat -- partially because it was really hot, partially because I had turned it on during the late afternoon, partially because I was afraid what would happen to the heater if I kept it running without access to the water, whose valve I continued to keep off for the time being.
I woke up around the 4 o'clock hour; shortly thereafter I burped up enough that I almost vomited. GERD from the Cheesecake Factory, I'm guessing. But then I noticed how cold I was. The last time I felt such cold inside while I was alone was the early days of my internship in El Paso, when it was early March and the heat hadn't taken hold of west Texas. The winds were wild a couple nights, pushing the cold air around the edges of my front door. It was so cold that I actually though putting couch cushions around the edge would stop the winds. I put on two pairs of pants and shirts to keep myself warm, and it still didn't work. I fell asleep only because my body was too tired to stay awake. It was that cold overnight.
Oh yeah; there was a heater in my apartment in El Paso, but I was making so little money that I didn't turn it on. By the way, I checked recently at the apartment complex on Google Maps. It looks as though the entire place was demolished. In its place, I don't know.
I'm scared and I'm lonely. I'll admit that.
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