June 30, 2011

seventySEX degrees

dear making sense diary,

i tossed like a salad last night and had i've been lettuce- i'd be all wilted and brown and nasty and nobody would eat me on a fucking salad bar. the unibomber had the refrigerator turned up last night and even got up himself bitching about how hot it was- but never thought to look at the thermostat to see what he had adjusted it to. i got the high velocity fan- which kept me alive- but finally when i tossed myself out of bed this morning and passed the fucking air conditioner thermostat i almost tossed myself back in bed to break his fucking neck. i should have just opened the FUCKING WINDOW. more and more i've been noticing he runs that he runs the temperature in this house just like my grandma used to when we would visit out there in arizona. i would always be so hot when we would go in the summer- so hot- and so hot in the winter- so hot- because she ran her heater toooo much and the central air- not nearly enough. i wouldn't even run a heater in phoenix. wouldn't even own one. i'd buy two central air units- one to run while the other one was off.