Rolling With the Homeys

I now live in the ghetto.

I know I always joke around that this neighborhood is the ghetto, but tonight, it became official. Because on the coldest night of the season so far, I have no heat.

I was fine with it at first, and thought it was kinda funny. But now I'm freezing.
I'm wearing two fleeces, sweatpants, ski sox, fingerless gloves, and a hat. And I'm wrapped in a fleece blanket.

The fleece blanket that I am wrapped in is the cat's humpy blanket, so we are having a tug-of-war over it. So far, I am winning.

I called the landlady hours ago, with no response. If I report to this 311, can I get away with not paying my rent til she turns it back on?