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15 minutes of dusk is enough...

My water heater blew up yesterday evening. Properly blew up. Massive expensive-sounding pop. Smoke and shit. The offensive industrial odour of greasy, burning plastic. A combination of circumstances that makes you mutter a random selection of coprolalia (aka Tourettes) inspired swear words. I'd imagine that if you set fire to a pyre made of bodily-effluent infused mattress, a pile of rotting leaves, rusty coat hangers and dead hedgehogs it would probably smell the same. Aside from that, I knew the boiler was on the blink, I've had freezing fucking cold water for 2 days now and even though it's summer and 30 degrees, unheated water from the shower head is still like waters fresh from the fucking Arctic,....cockmunching dickwhistles. 
I called a boiler engineer last night, but got no answer. Today I managed to get one, coming tomorrow. I can already guess that it's going to be expensive.

Cold showers are not actually that bad in the morning. There's some pseudo-scientific reasons too and, among other things, apparently they aid fat loss, tolerance to stress, and sleeping. I might take them a bit more.

Fortunately, the fuse blowing happened while it was still light. The sun was well hidden behind the trees and rapidly making a break for the horizon, wrapping the room in a transparent dark slate blue saran. The boiler exploding didn't just blow the house circuit breaker, it blew the main apartment one in the basement fuse box. Cockstorm jizz butlers. I nearly shit a kidney when it happened because the main circuit breaker in my apartment didn't work. I worriedly contemplated ringing my electric company. I thought I had actually fried the power cable to my building and took out all the power for my apartments, but luckily I could hear TV-sounds and see that the other lights were still on in other apartments. I then knew it must be another circuit breaker - probably the main one. 
Maybe I can clean off my newly excreted kidney and exchange it for a regular supply of hot water.

An hour later...

One of my biggest concerns was "how the fuck am I gonna charge my phone?!" so after sitting down to eat dinner, charge my phone and watch a bit of TV I thought about a contingency plan if I lose all power again. I've got candles, raw and tinned food, whisky and a not-too-powerful torch. I could last for a few days, like over a weekend until I get to work then use their electricity. In the meantime, I'm prepared for a mini, apartment-sized apocalypse. I need to get some batteries though, and maybe a new torch. And actual books instead of relying on my tablet. Some sort of UPS setup would be helpful as well...

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