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» fuse-thingy I blew the main fuse thingy for my apartment yesterday morning. I knew it was a fuse--and not the PG&E rolling blackout that the Bay Area has been enjoying--because it happened at the exact moment that I tried to toast a slice of bread. Just for larks I didn't replace the fuse last night. I went out with Red to play Boggle at Chevy's (I can't imagine what people think when they see me out with this amazingly beautiful woman in a little microskirt, drinking grandé margaritas and...playing Boggle). So when I got home I had to light a bunch of candles and amuse myself for an hour or so. The biggest problem was the cold. Without electricity I couldn't run either of my heaters. But, being the resourceful kook that I am, I grabbed my milk jar full of pennies and put it in the oven (gas!) for about 15 minutes (at 350). I then pushed the hot penny jar down under the covers where my feet would soon be. The results were fantastic! Tonight, however, I went out and found the appropriate fuse thing-a-majig, and watched Zero Effect on my computer's DVD player. Man, I only had a "girlfriend" for about a week. How long do I have to go through this post-break-up thing again?
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