The heater in this house is officially broken. I had a feeling it was on its last leg with all the strange noises it was producing last night. Sure enough, I woke up freezing around 4 am and went on the hunt for some extra blankets, yet found none. I did however find a box of bath towels I had packed away, which included a sweet TMNT towel that i've had since I was 5. I swear my bedroom is at least 20 degrees colder than any other room in the house. It's not even that cold outside right now and yet I still can't feel my fingers. Maybe I'm just not used to sleeping in a cold room considering my last roommate insisted on keeping the thermostat at 80 degrees every single day. I think I should stop complaining about the cold, since i'd take these cold temps over that torture any day. Nothing worse than trying to fall asleep in a room that feels like a sauna. 

I had such high hopes of being productive tonight, but then I got off work late and now I'm too tired and too far behind to even tackle any more tasks. I did manage to get an hour of guitar practice in, throw a load of laundry in, and start packing for Seattle this weekend. Why am I going to Seattle?... because I'm a pushover and don't like to hurt peoples feelings. Can I afford to go to Seattle?... absolutely not. I've never been to Seattle though, so at least I'm looking forward to that. 

I think I'm going to head to bed, seeing as I have to get up early for work tomorrow and then I'm crashing at my friend's place tomorrow night and leaving at 4:15 am Friday morning to catch my flight.