July 28th and a broken air conditioner
I hate everything right now. I hate this computer, hate the room, can't stand the dog OR my dad. Especially my dad. And I feel the need to take my anger out on small fuzzy animals. The psychopath in me is emerging and it’s all because of the incessant heat. Maaaybe if I didn't wake up in a puddle of my own sweat this morning...I would be in a better mood. But noooooooo, it had to be just like that. Also I didn't get enough sleep...only four hours and pardon my sleeping habits that 'aint enough. I was still quite tired when I woke up from such discomfort. The back of my head was wet, my T-shirt was soaking, and the spot I had been laying on was damp. Everything was just WET. You know how nasty that is? UGH it’s like being sick! I tried to throw the covers off and just lay there, limbs spread apart and attempted soak up all the air my fan was giving (which is never much) trying my hardest to squeeze in some extra hours. I'll let you know that was epic fail. Also, since the air conditioner is right next to my window, I can always hear it, and today it sounded wrong. It was like, it tried to turn on, but couldn't. An idiot could tell just by listening to it that it was messed up. But anyway, it just got gradually hotter, and hotter, and eventually so stuffy and hot that I couldn't even stand the bed. I had to get up and move around or I would go insane. So I decided that some coffee would make me feel better, and get up to go get some. On my way out (wiping my forehead of sweat) I asked my dad what the fuck was going on and informed him that it rose about 100 degrees in my room. Of course, what with him being my dad, he barley noticed the change in temperature. Just know that this was NO hot flash of mine folks, this was real.
I insisted that he go and feel the air coming out of the vents...because I could feel it and that was HOT AIR coming out. He did as I suggested and realized that "the air certainly isn't cold" and realized that the air conditioner wasn't working right. Duh. He is apparently so accustomed to heat that a broken air conditioner won't bother him in the least T_T. Anyway, he decided to call Carlos Galindo to get a repairman out here. It took him damn long enough to get here too, sheesh it was like 2:30 by the time he arrived! And the air had been off since 11:00! Well...he goes back around the house and apparently does what needs to be done, and leaves. I kinda felt like this hadn't taken as long as it should have...he was only here for 20 minutes tops. Like, literally he came and left. WELL my suspicions were apparently correct about him not finishing the job...because an hour and a half later...still blowin' hot air. That shit head...I'll kill him if he comes back this time! Anyway we called Carlos back and told him to send the guy out here again, because he wasn't finished...and I am currently waiting for his 2nd coming. The little fuck is 2 hours late mind you...and it isn't getting any cooler. I am sitting here in my shortest shorts of the finest material...a tank top (seriously considering taking off the bra!!!!) and I'm STILL sweating like a pig. The best thing that I've done was splash my face with water over and over again. Oh and of course try not to move...at all. That has been proving rather difficult though. And let’s not forget that today it’s supposed to get up to 100 degrees. *sigh* I think I'll go destroy some plants now...
Don't mind me...I’ll just be here, going insane.