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The last day of summer heat is not my choice for the damned AC to break. And it's also about the single worst day for the landlord to not show up to fix it first thing in the morning.
And while we're at it, it's a supremely bad day for the forecasted cold front, which should have been here at around three in the afternoon to be late.
I'm hot, cranky, hungry (I don't dare go into the kitchen and heat the house up more by trying to cook) and sweaty, and the last thing is the thing I hate the most about it, as I don't like being sweaty.
Argh. Dammit. I'm getting in the mood to have me some barbecued landlord if his butt doesn't get here toot sweet.
And while we're at it, it's a supremely bad day for the forecasted cold front, which should have been here at around three in the afternoon to be late.
I'm hot, cranky, hungry (I don't dare go into the kitchen and heat the house up more by trying to cook) and sweaty, and the last thing is the thing I hate the most about it, as I don't like being sweaty.
Argh. Dammit. I'm getting in the mood to have me some barbecued landlord if his butt doesn't get here toot sweet.
