Air conditioning is not working AGAIN. It's 73 outside but dude, 90% humidity and we can't even open the window because of the hoodlums in the subdivision behind the apartment complex. I mean, sure, we could but I doubt it'd be safe and you know, I'm your friendly neighborhood paranoid with a case of PTSD, I'm all about about the safeness, thank you. I called the complex and they had best send someone out tomorrow or heads will roll - it's supposed to be 87 with the same humidity AND thunderstorms.
In better news, we bought books today. Thirty bucks at Half Price Books equals
The Greenmarket Cookbook,
Therapy,
I'm a Stranger Here Myself,
Milkrun,
Blind Alley and
A Cold Heart. There is something else but I can't remember what the hell it was - most of it was stuff from their clearance section because their "half price" section is still pretty expensive. Also got Meet The Parents for ten bucks at Target since I had to go there anyway to buy their boxed Peach Iced Tea (a little too sweet but good) and some headbands and smoothing cream (no more John Frieda Styling Creme for Brunettes since I discovered the joy that is
Dove's Smooth and Soft Anti Frizz Cream) since I'm doing the whole lets-grow-my-bangs-out-aka-sheer-fucking-torture thing. I hate that about Target - you go in for one small list of things, say, hand soap, smoothing cream, tea and something with chocolate since it's almost everyone's favorite time of the month. What do you leave with? Smoothing cream, tea, US weekly, Diet Dr Pepper, a candleholder, Meet the Parents, sparkly barrettes and a new hairbrush since you were hit by a dumb broad running a red light and therefore your car is in the body shop with your old hairbrush in it. Oh, and no handsoap.