I had no hot water this morning. I mean none. Not like the hot water tank was drained but still trickling lukewarm water. No. Icy cold.
I went out last night, so I had to shower—I had the stench of bar on me.
So I steadied myself and plunged in for short bursts. On the plus side, the cold seemed to cut through my hangover. On the down side, I don't think I got the bar stench completely washed off.
And then I had to shave. I microwaved a bowl of water so I could do that with warm water. Totally worth it.
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[Imported comment* originally authored by Tim.] My freshman year, Newman Hall was still in between an old, run-down dorm and a nice place. They still had the super-old hot water heater which wasn't functioning most of the time, and couldn't pump anything past the second floor. I spent many a morning thinking about what pussies those polar bear club members were, only being cold a few select times out of the year.
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