To better illustrate the dire situation I am in, I would like to state that I am actively considering getting the 50lb black leather trenchcoat out of the closet. It's that cold here folks.
In fact, I even turned on my little heater for a few minutes. It smells like burnt food. Eww. I miss my old space heater, it was metal and square, and looked like something out of Star Trek. And it didn't smell.