Jul 31, 2006 19:39
From the bits and pieces of fluff and dust strewn over the apartment, I can only deduce that my air conditioner has been fixed. I want to turn it on and test it, but I'm worried that I might be sprayed by aerosolized Jimmy Hoffa.
I should test it soon. I can't have my houseguest believing that all American air conditioners run on the power of moths' wings. If I put on my safety goggles and hold the vacuum to the vents, I can probably catch most of the dusty deluge. I'd like to say that this would be the first time I've tried this technique, but library work teaches you a wide range of unusual party tricks skills.
Last night I was happily conked out from the heat, solving mysteries in the English countryside. Then I was struck by lightning. I woke up just in time to see a massive lightning strike in the distance. As a preventative measure, I crawled under the covers. One millimeter of cotton fabric is a guaranteed shield against lightning strikes, but only at 2 a.m.
ETA: Frigidity has been achieved.
Woo!
hot hot heat,
dreams