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icarusHot, miserable and irritable.
It's 97 degrees in our apartment. It's about 75 degrees outside, but it's a brick building, we're on the top floor and heat rises.
I hate this. Hate this. Hate this. They say that frogs are cooked live. I think I know how they feel.
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wildernessguru and I have been snapping at each other for no reason, both fans are going full bore and I haven't been able to get any writing done today at all. Tongue feels like cardboard. No. No air conditioning.
It's 97 degrees in our apartment. It's about 75 degrees outside, but it's a brick building, we're on the top floor and heat rises.
I hate this. Hate this. Hate this. They say that frogs are cooked live. I think I know how they feel.
wildernessguru and I have been snapping at each other for no reason, both fans are going full bore and I haven't been able to get any writing done today at all. Tongue feels like cardboard. No. No air conditioning.
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Date: 2004-06-20 09:47 pm (UTC)*looks innocent*
*flees*
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Date: 2004-06-20 10:59 pm (UTC)I snuck up on a friend, intending to scare them. Instead, she just said "Ooooh, that feels good."