Wednesday, June 02, 2004
looks like i picked the wrong week to stop drinking
As the merciless yellow faced bastard that is the source of all our power finally begins to descend and grants a brief respite from its radiant energy, the temperature outside slowly has dropped to below 90. The temperature inside must be about 95. Oh yeah, and the relative humidity is somewhere between rainforest and sauna.
The fucking air conditioner went out. Yes that's right. The fucking air conditioner went out.
AAAAAGHHH!
Is what I would be screaming it wasn't to hot and humid to breathe.
The Boy is lying on the couch in his white trash best t-shirt and diaper. He's glowing from the heat and pissed off because he doesn't understand why we aren't holding him.
The Wife is well. . . let me just say that I've known for years that she is no fan of the summer months. You will never find her bronzing her beautiful alabaster skin poolside. She is not a happy camper.
I just want a beer.
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The fucking air conditioner went out. Yes that's right. The fucking air conditioner went out.
AAAAAGHHH!
Is what I would be screaming it wasn't to hot and humid to breathe.
The Boy is lying on the couch in his white trash best t-shirt and diaper. He's glowing from the heat and pissed off because he doesn't understand why we aren't holding him.
The Wife is well. . . let me just say that I've known for years that she is no fan of the summer months. You will never find her bronzing her beautiful alabaster skin poolside. She is not a happy camper.
I just want a beer.
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