Unfortunately, the metal fan is slowly but surely breaking down. I think it might have gotten knocked out of allignment or something; I can not say for certain. It's been broken for a while, but now it's reached an all time high (low?).
Whenever the rusty, old, metal fan turns, it sounds like a love-sick moose. (GYAH! IT'S DOING IT RIGHT NOW!) I'm serious, I'm not even exaggerating. It sounds like this drawn out, forlorn, honking/mooing/braying noise, with a dash of nails on a chalkboard. I. Can't. Stand. It.
However, the instant I turn off the heater, the cold air begins to seep in, and my room becomes colder than a pair of witches tits. My hair (every single last strand of it) stands on end; my teeth chatter; my fingers turn numb. To make matters worse, I don't have a single article of warm clothing in my closet, save a few of my trenchcoats, which, call me superstitious or something, I don't know, I'd rather not wear in the house.
So, in any event, I'm facing quite the dilemma right now.
Horny Moose?
Or Witches Tits?
I need advice. Give me some. Sign my guestbook; send me an IM, or mail, or whatever. I need to make up my mind soon, though, as I am quite indecisive on my own, and the decision making process drives me insane.
Further updates may come later, so feel free to keep posted.