Sep 242002
It’s turning cold in Minneapolis, which I usually don’t mind. I sleep better in cooler temperatures and I like the sharp air of an autumn morning. But my cheapskate building management refuses to turn on the heat until late October. Last night, I had so many blankets piled on me that I was worried the bed frame would collapse. You would think that with the exorbitant association fees I pay, I could turn on the heat a little. Cheap bastards.
Had a lovely dinner with a friend at Cafe Brenda last night. She raved about the sweet potato chowder. I could actually feel my cool quotient rising as I soaked in the vegan hipster charm.
Peace,
Mark
