Hot Water...

The winter months at my apartment building are interesting months. They are old apartments and the hot water can be kind of touch and go. I learned last year that you need to sometimes give yourself about 1 hour to wait for the hot water, which kinda sucks, because that's one hour of letting the water just run down the drain. But, that's pretty much the only way to get a hot shower. So I'm letting the water run as I write this little blurb, in hopes of getting some hot water today. Yesterday, I didn't time it right and was not so lucky.

I'm growing to despise the other blogger about as much as a Duke fan. The author is the most pretentious, stuck-up little snob I've come across in a long time. I'm sure she's as bad if not worse in person than she portrays herself on her blog. But I still read it all the time. Can't help myself. Used to read it because I liked it. Now I read it because she's so ridiculous that I just have to shake my head and laugh....

Not much else happening worth commenting on. Gavin was in town last night. We went out drinking on the company dime. Always good times when he visits. And I can tell by his topics of conversation that he's very much the family man these days. Finn is 18 months and their second child is due in February, a fact that still blows my mind. But seeing how happy he is makes me think that I too would maybe, just maybe enjoy the family life. There's just the wee small problem of not even having a girlfriend. So alas, my dear family life, we shall have to wait...

OK... just went and checked the shower and the water's starting to get hot... in less than 15 minutes. So, friends and neighbors, I'll just sign off for now.......

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