Spark in the dark

Ugh. I'm angry at City Public Service. I never turn on my heat or A/C, ask my family. And I was away for a week in December. And somehow, my December electric bill managed to double. And in January, evidently momentum kept it going. And last night, I couldn't watch tv or listen to the radio because the flippin' power was out at my entire apartment complex.
And this morning, a co-worker, with whom I'd been discussing carpooling for a week, said to me, "Oh, I just remembered I go powerwalking every morning, so I can't ride with you. But you're welcome to join us if you want."
This afternoon, I'm going to mandatory Compassion Training. I think I need chocolate to get some endorphins rolling and become a nice person again. I'm simmering inside. Remember the furnace in the basement of Freddie Krueger's house? That sound is how I feel, complete with razor-blade fingernails scraping along the wall.