No, not me. This apartment. This damn sweatbox in the middle of July. The air conditioner decided to die last night.
Every door and window is open, every fan is turning. But the it's not enough, not in this heat. I'm melting like a snow man in Spring. The maintenance people were suppose to show up yesterday, but still haven't arrived.
Until they do I'm going to continue to sit here in front of my ocillating friend and drink my iced tea.
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