June 20, 2001
Today was one of the hottest days so far this season, but for some stupid reason, the heat was piping when I got home. All winter, it was freezing up here, and now the heat works better than ever. When we don't need it. I think we should charge people for the spa-like atmosphere in this fucked up little building. There's no airflow because the haphazard walls form a barrier between rooms. Everything in the air just floats, eventually settling or getting spun by the ceiling fan. Joyce, Mimi, Jeff, Jon and I went through every apartment, shutting off radiators.