So, I'm sitting in my room right now and it is excruciatingly hot. I have already swat through both pairs of boxers, my shorts and my Nike t-shirt. I feel like Hambone standing in a frying pan. On a scale of 1 to Comfortable, it's about negative Satan in here. Wondering why?
The morons painting our townhouse have covered up my window with plastic. Now, as if that weren't bad enough, they also covered my A/C with plastic. Why don't they just come in, put a plastic bag over my head and put me out of my misery. They've already taken my soul...they may as well take the earthly remains too.
T-minus 14 days until I move. Thank God! Mom and Dad...here I come!
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