See my briefs!

I am not a morning person.

Let me repeat that. I am *NOT* a morning person. At all. I hate getting up, I hate waking up, I hate that moment that inevitably comes every single solitary workday morning when the realization sets in that if I stay in bed one second longer, I'll be late for work. Argh!

I am not a morning person. I love the night. Sunsets, my favourite time of day, the dazzling end of a brilliant day and the onset of night. I am a night owl. I like the wee hours of the night when the streets are empty and the world around me sleeps. Night is my playground.

I am not a morning person. I survive mornings mainly through one happy moment each day, when I hop into a hot steamy shower. I am a shower guy... yes, yes, yes... I begin to wake up when I get my shower. And I like it hot! Damn hot! Well, not scalding hot but enough to make the room really, really steamy when I'm done. If it gets too hot I suffer... it kills my ultra-sensitive skin, and I end with a few days of painful itchiness and irritation. But the shower is my morning saviour and without it my day just isn't right.

And this morning we had no hot water. Joy of joys. Best morning ever... Argh!

I woke up on time today, which is a miracle in and of itself. My room was freezing cold and all I wanted was to run up and dive into a nice hot shower. Didn't happen. I ran the water for five minutes. The hot water tap gave forth water several degrees below that of the cold water tap. "What's all this then?" I says to meself. So, I march down into the basement and go into the furnace room. I have never been in here before and I find there are no lights. Great. And the floor is covered with stuff. Great. And the water tank is in the back corner. Great. So I go on safari into the darkest recesses of this basement jungle. It's scary and I'm nearly lost on many occasions, "Ow! A nail!", "Ow! Something sharp and pointy!", "Ow! Something cold and pointy!", "Ew! Something cold and squishy!" and so on... An unpleasant journey for poor little, still half-asleep me...

At last, I found the heater! I hit the Start button and away it goes. Yay! Not 20 seconds later is comes to a dead stop. Boo! I hit the Start button again! Yay! Dead stop again... Boo! (doesn't it sound like I'm describing a Windows user experience, muahaha)

The moral of the story: There is none. Having no hot water sucks. I didn't get my shower and it hasn't been a great day, but I'm surviving. I had to shave and wash with icy cold water and I feel incomplete... I hope the guy that owns the place has whatever problem solved so I can get a shower tonite. Sigh.

After the safari, I knocked on my other roommate's door to let him know what was happening. So when he popped open the door I was standing happily in nothing but my CK boxer-briefs. Heehee, I'm such an exhibitionist. Normally, a guy seeing a guy in his undies ain't anything out of the ord, but when you're both queer, there's underlying currents, and I just enjoyed the moment. Heehee. Besides... he's really cute!

See my briefs!

*grin*