Two steps forward, one step back.

So I finally got sick of wearing thermal long underwear, fleece socks, scarves, and snowboots inside my house and called my super about the thermostat. He said that our filters were probably dirty, so I pulled the heaters apart and cleaned them out.

After replacing the cover on the living room heater, I turned it on - and it's been on for a record 2 hours, reaching a whopping 57 degrees (and climbing!). However, once I put the heater in my bedroom back together, it refused to turn on. No amount of unplugging-and-replugging (a surefire method for the repair of any and all electronics) could wake it back up.

The super will be here in an hour.

Addendum.

I decided to take matters into my own hands last week and fix the heater myself. And by that I mean I unplugged it and then plugged it back in.

The following day, the temperature in my apartment reached a record 70 degrees. I thought the problem was solved.

Two days later, it is now 54 degrees and the problem is worse.

I have destroyed everything.

I can't feel my fingers.

Back when November rolled around, I got really excited about the fact that heat is included in our rent. As soon as it got cold out, I was able to turn the thermostat all the way up and cuddle in the warmth of my apartment without worrying about how much it would cost to live in a consistently delicious hug of yum.

Then December happened. And I realized that our heaters are shit.

No matter how high I set the thermostat, the temperature never climbs above 63 degrees. I've had the thing set on a suffocating 85 degrees for a month, but it still shuts off at 63. And 63 degrees is really cold.

I'm not really sure how to trick the heater into staying on longer, so for now I'm just wearing multiple pairs of socks and waiting for my free Snuggie to arrive in the mail. I'll have to call our super to see what's up - if he can't fix it, at least he could buy me one of these.