So it turns out the hot water in my apartment isn’t broken, apparently I’m just the last person in the building to take a shower every day. Tremendous.                      

*An extra special glimpse into my world - I live in Brooklyn, in a 7x10’ room with no windows, in an apartment on the ground floor that is boxed in by cement walls and has worse cell reception than the basement at Riekers.Newly renovated, the walls are a muted gray illuminated by florescent floods. The floors, a dark walnut stained wood meeting metallic aluminum and orange plastic cabinets in the kitchen - this is where Ikea rejects came to die.

My bedroom, being an impromptu add on, encloses the vent meant to distribute heat through the entire living room and kitchen. It’s literally like sleeping in a sauna in the dark - depleting any and all desire to rise before noon, especially when I find my way to bed at the breaking of the dawn. 

…but if you think this new revelation is going to motivate me to get up at 7am just to score a little steam, think again sweetheart. I’d rather freeze.