Extremes

I am so cold in my apartment that I have turned on all the lights, lit all the candles, and just turned on the oven to 200 degrees and left the door slightly open.

I called my landlord, and she called me sweetheart and told me that they had turned it on last night. I assured her they hadn't and she said she would take care of it, but she sounded upset, possibly due to the fact that her son, my former downstairs neighbor, is still in jail on charges of second degree murder. I'm not sure if my freeziness registers as a priority right now.