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Just call me Laura Ingalls
If you pour yourself a glass of wine two minutes after you get home from work, does that make you an alcoholic? If so, then count me in. To my credit, I waited until I checked the hot water tap in my kitchen. Freezing cold water poured out. Again. I immediately reached into my cupboard for a wine glass, opened the fridge, grabbed my chardonnay and filled 'er up. I haven't had hot water since last night at about 7 p.m. Unfortunately, I'm used to this bullshit. I moved into my new apartment at the end of November and this is the fourth time the hot water isn't working. The other three times it's happened I've thought: "Well, thank god I'm not on my period." Well guess what? The fourth time's the charm. Last night, before bed, I was washing my hands in the bathroom sink and it was at that moment that I realized the hot water wasn't working. Figuring it probably wouldn't be working in the morning either, I put a huge pot on the stove, filled it with water, filled my electric kettle with water and hoped I wouldn't have to use them in the morning. As soon as I woke up, I noticed I didn't hear any showers running in the whole building. I knew what I had to do. I jumped out of bed, turned on the burner, plugged in the kettle and waited while my coffee brewed. Once the water was boiled, I dragged the huge pot into the bathroom, along with a big plastic bowl I own. I mixed it with a bit of cold water from the tap (I had lots of it!), poured it over my head and body with a plastic measuring cup and managed to condition my hair and sort of clean my body. Standing there in my bathtub, pouring water over myself, I thought of Little House on The Prairie and how people 150 years ago had to boil water on a wood stove and put it in a huge barrel to bathe. No wonder they only took baths once a month but boy, they must have stank. I've just started my second glass of wine, which probably isn't good, but I don't give a damn at the moment. I can't imagine having to go through the same crap tomorrow morning but it's looking like I'll have to. Wish me luck.
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