Greetings from Death Valley, recently relocated to the back bedroom of Timpanogos Gateway apartment 309! I borrowed an area thermometer from a woman at work today. 89 degrees in my bedroom. And friends, it was only 67 outside today. I live in fear of the days when the outside temperature will surpass 100. My limited recollection of ratios tells me that when this happens my room will be 132 degrees. I don't think it's out of the realm of possibility that I could DIE OF HEATSTROKE IN MY OWN BEDROOM. This will not do. The way I see it, these are my options:
1. Start using the air conditioner. What's that? It's only April 22 and it snowed less than a week ago? TELL IT TO THE BOILER ROOM.
2. Make Adam buy a house TOMORROW, and move into it the day after that. I will gladly cede this territory to the Technology in favor of accommodations where paying for air conditioning actually means a decrease in temperature.
3. Replace the doorknob to Jenny's bedroom, and lock myself in her room every night before she gets home.
4. Buy a waterbed and fill it with ice cubes. This was actually the idea I thought of first. Which should give you some idea of what happens to the human brain when it is boiled alive.
22 April 2009
Summertime, and the Livin's Freaking Hot
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Wowza! Two days in a row!
I am literally moments away from bedtime, but I had to comment since I am so excited.
Sorry that your place is so hot! You do have to remember that it was always the hottest part of the house before the technology arrived, but I know that doesn't really make it any better.
Also, for those of us who will actually be experiencing 140+ degree weather this summer, we do not feel your pain. Ours doesn't even come with cool technology, it just comes with a lot of sand.
You bring up some very good alternatives. You should probably just sue your landlord. (or threaten to sue?)
"My limited recollection of ratios"
You are smart n stuff. Why you always gotta up me Willardson?
When I lived with our friend Adam in Heritage Halls, we had to have the window open year round because of the hive of electronic equipment. I only had to live with him for 4 months and almost killed the kid. If you ever need an attorney . . .
You don't need an attorney, just a "comfort expert!" That's what an air conditioning specialist is called in Texas. (Ah, Texas! big hair, big state, big euphemisms!)
Yikes! Sounds like you should spring for one of those baby air conditioners for your room.
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