I'm Dying

I like having four seasons and all, but the extremes kill me. Kee-rist.

I just spent 20 minutes digging through my storage unit to find the Twindow fan (*hawesome*) to put in the bedroom. Naturally, it was underneath the Xmas trees and ornaments (and a bajillion empty boxes).

I broke down and turned the a/c on, too. Why am I depriving myself? The only reason would be because I'm cheap. Why the fuck do I care about a few dollars on my (already really low) electric bill when I'm about to spend those few dollars on an iced chai just so I can sit somewhere else with a/c?

Fly Girl had all sorts of sob stories from last summer in her un-air-conditioned apartment that involved a ceiling fan, a spray bottle, abject misery, and feeling sorry for herself. My place last summer wasn't much better. My roommates had window units in their rooms. Their rooms were far away from mine. I decided to wait until it was already hot to go a/c shopping and of course there were none to be had. And our windows were old and leaky anyway. So I had a two-window-two-fan system going that made it just barely tolerable.

There'll be none of that this summer.