A RUSSIAN WINTER IN CHICAGO

The heat in my apt here in Pilsen (basically a Chicago slum, allegidly full of "emerging artists") is shit. Wake up cold in here, have to turn the oven on for most of the day. Gets expensive. Ordering an electric space heater thru the net. I can see and hear the wind and snow whipping and howling outside. Feel like a character in that book "One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich". May need to trek the 8 blocks to the liquor store today. Missing New York but also missing L.A. on a day like this. Hope everybody reading this is warm. Waking up COLD is a bitch.