Some Like it Hot

I am in the middle of a hot and consuming love affair. It is my secret shame, but perhaps making it public will help me to move forward.

That’s right, I am in love with the heater in our apartment.  The affair began during a cold and rainy day, and has not stopped. But here is the sick part… I live in LA (or a city sort of close). Yes, it is warm here, year round, and our cold days are embarrassingly pathetic when put up against real cold days in real cold places.

But I can’t get enough of standing next to the blazing wall heater as it all but scorches my skin. Of course this really annoys my roommates who am sure I have convinced that I am indeed part reptile. 

This is how I really know that I have a problem. There are times when the bloody thing is not even on, and yet I find myself standing near it. I just want to be close to it all times.

Perhaps it’s love, perhaps it’s obsession… whatever it is, it's clearly unhealthy.