When I lived in Niigata, my apartment had a steel drum on the front doorstep. When the weather turned cold, someone came by and automatically filled the steel drum, then sent the bill to the school for me to pay. That was nice and simple. Here, there is a plastic kerosene container in front of the apartment, but it is apparently empty. I'm bad at estimating volume, but I'd guess it holds about ten gallons. I could theoretically take the plastic container to the gasoline station on the corner (assuming that's where I would buy kerosene) and have them fill it up, but there's no way in the world I'd be able to carry it back home again.
So, in the meantime, I'm settling for the 60 degrees my poor electric heater can produce until I figure out the kerosene problem...and wearing really warm clothes.