Day *counts* 5, going on 6 without AC

I am not loving this lack of AC shit, mmkay? I didn't love being woken up this morning when it FINALLY felt cool in my room for the first time since last Thursday by the one two punch of Widget making cleaning noises and then Cass calling to basically tell me we were still in a holding pattern for the great cell-switcharoo (more on that in a sec) and not catching the hint when I tried to point out that my room was finally livable but the absolute second I moved out of that ONE spot, I would immediately burst into flames.

It wasn't quite that bad but it was close.

I spent the day at home in the hopes that we'd hear something from the AC people or the landlords and neither happened. Hell, I was also waiting on the cell-switcharoo and it turns out we didn't even need the SIM cards that should've been here last Friday but weren't even shipped til Friday or Saturday (and it's a good thing because apparently they expire and the ones that showed up expired in April), so that was...fun.


It's hot, I'm miserable, and at 3am it shouldn't be 80-something inside and out. I'm tempted to go back outside and see if I can call the rain because holy fuck, I hate this. It's hotter now than it was before midnight. The fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.


Also, I started watching Yellowjackets and between the heat and the show, I may never eat again. Not smart, self.

But what's even better is that this afternoon I told myself I'd watch something comforting and less traumatic, so I went back to pick up where I left off in Poker Face only for it to be ( spoilers, obviously, but damn, show, wtf. )

I was less traumatized by the fucking plane crash and ensuing gory deaths on Yellowjackets. o_O