I always forget to get my mail.  The landlord periodically checks my mail for me- and takes it straight to the trash can.  There’s nothing to really worry about, as all I get in the mail are pizza and Chinese food ads, bank statements for the previous tenant, and make-up catalogues that I can’t even read.  Oh yeah, there are also bills in there.

I’ll finally get around to realizing that I haven’t paid any bills for months, and when I go to get them, I’ll find my mailbox either freshly cleaned out or stuffed with so many overdue bills that I can’t even tell which totals I owe.  I solve this issue by just waiting for a disconnect notice with the latest bill attached to it to get taped to my door.  Then, I can finally go pay my bill, and I’ll swear to be better about checking my mail from there on out.  Inevitably, though, the cycle of irresponsibility and absent-mindedness continues. 

Lately, I had been thinking about my gas bill.  I haven’t paid my gas bill since before my heater got turned on, which was months ago, so I was dreading it.  When I came home from work on Friday, there was a beautiful bright yellow and black disconnect notice taped to my door.  Alas, it had arrived!

My bill was under $150.  Much more pleasant than I had expected.  I paid this bill yesterday, which was the due date listed on the notice.  Everything was squared away.

OR NOT.

I got home last night around midnight, drunk off the magic potion known as soju, and lit my stove to make sure I had gas.  Imagine my chagrin when nary a flame sprung from the appliance.  I didn’t need the stove, and I didn’t even really need the heater, but fuck if I didn’t need a shower.  I drunkenly let out a string of obscenities, accidentally walked into a door, and got to microwavin’ some water.

An hour later, my bathroom floor was covered in pots, pans, and plastic containers full of warm microwaved water.  I armed myself with a tea kettle to use for my hair and got to work.  30 minutes later, I emerged from my bathroom covered in water and entered my freezing room.

I got it all taken care of today, and it’s back on, but seriously.  FUCK WINTER.