It's come to my attention that people feel yesterday's blog post was a bit depressing, and to that I say Sorrr-yyyyyy. I think my mom is wondering if she needs to scare up a prescription for Zoloft and start looking for a nice little facility to check me in to. I think I'm okay.

Last night I opened up my power bill and discovered that, in my first nine days in this apartment, I used up more electricity than two months in the winter at the old. My bill is, in a word, outrageous. I figured this could not be right, so I got on the horn bright and early this morning to find out the deal. I explained my case to the customer service rep, who replied that I can't expect my power bills in this structure to be the same as in the last structure because each structure is different. I then said there is no way in hell I could have used that much electricity in nine days, unless I was operating an underground--literally--sex toy factory below the backyard. She said she'd take a look at the history of use for my structure to make a comparison. After a short pause, she returned to tell me that actually no one had ever used even close to that amount at this place and there must have been a mistake in the meter reading. I shouted a gloating "I told you so!" and slammed down the receiver. It was a good day.

Happy 13th Birthday, Chloe!