An Inconvenient Fucking Cold

This new apartment of mine, it's got a great view from the roof and the three yahoos I live with are really great, doesn't have a heating system. And this morning when I got in, I realized that it was sitting at a cool 38 degrees. I picked up one of those small ceramic electric heaters two weeks ago and it can get things cooking at about 68 in an hour or so.

But what the fuck goes on when I leave? MaryAnne, she's a thin bodied Martin that I've had for about 6 or 7 years, must be freezing. I leave her under the blankets, but she doesn't produce any body heat of her own. How can I keep her safe? Right now we're at 46 and rising. I'm waiting for Kyle to pick me up for music time. She's not invited, cos she doesn't melt faces as much as a Telecaster.

And then I want some juice. Maybe some pear juice, do they sell that?