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Hanging out at the Cybercafe, which is heated about as well as the apartment I lived in during college. No, wait, I slander the cafe. It's at least 60 degrees in here, and they attempt to heat each room, so that's an improvement over 98 West Street, where central heating meant only the center room was heated by the gas heater. At night it was so cold we would pile our winter coats on top of our beds, and the curtained off front room made a dandy overflow refrigerator, though if you left the milk next to the front windows it would freeze.

But I digress. Had lunch at the Cybercafe and am now attempting to write. I'm in exile from my house, where hopefully the cleaning service is making a long delayed appearance. Snowstorms and holiday travel meant that they haven't been there since November, so they're overdue. If they hadn't been able to squeeze me in this week, I might have broken down and purchased a vacuum cleaner. Mine broke a couple of years ago, but there hasn't been any urgency in replacing it, since Cinderella usually comes every other week. Which is what I need to keep chaos under control. Left to my own devices I'd be surrounded by stacks of papers, magazines and books, in the best tradition of eccentric loners eventually found crushed to death under the weight of their possessions. Last month a couple of visitors caught a glimpse of my writing room, which requires acrobatic maneuvers worthy of a master thief avoiding infrared sensors in order to travel from the door to the computer desk. Sadly both were fellow writers and saw nothing wrong with the chaos....

I may need to get some normal friends. Or become rich & famous and have a PA to take care of these details for me. It's as good a resolution as any.

ETA: 1500 words today. I can haz beer?