Chillin', but Just Barely

Do you remember this Twilight Zone episode? Yeah.

I finally had to move to the living room, downstairs, where it's a cool 79. Upstairs, it's 90. Still no AC guy, but they never show up until 5:30 anyway. Doesn't matter, though, because it was 103 at 10:00 last night.

Here's the view from where I'm sitting on the sofa. You can't tell, but that mother is spinning at top speed. Much cooler, and I'm drinking an ice cold beer. Also, I'll be sure not to miss the AC guy; the frickin' doorbell doesn't work, either.

This morning, Joel's towel hooks came out of the wall. Do you think a house is like a lover, who knows when you're no longer in love, and starts to sabotage everything just to get even with you?