Our air conditioning is broken. Or, there is an outside possibility that I have died and been sent to hell but just haven't realized it yet. I need to call Haley Joel Osment.
AC isn't a luxury for me. I can't sweat, so I get heatstroke really easily. When I was a kid, there were multiple times I'd be running around outside during the summer, doing my swell-up-and-flush-like-a-giant-tomato thing, and I'd just collapse from overheating and have to be revived with Gatorade, lol.
So I've got someone coming to look at it sometime today and let us know whether it can be repaired or needs to be replaced. In the meantime, please send me cooling thoughts.
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