Summer Finally Broke Me

I'm bad for procrastinating. Like, really bad.

How bad?

You wanna guess who just put their air conditionners in tonight?

If you guessed me, you get a cookie.

Last night was a breaking point of sorts. I got home from a weekend of massive overindulgence in everything but sleep (hopefully more on this later), and while it was near sauna-like in my apartment, I was in absolutely no mood for anything vaguely resembling manual labour. My thinking was that I was tired enough that opening all the windows to get things back to a semi-reasonable state would be adequate to get through the night.

Well, I was close.

In the wee, small hours of the morning, I was awoken by numerous sirens heading to what ended up as a four-alarm blaze just around the corner from me. Now, I had (amazingly) been sleeping rather comfortably to that point, but it was the fact that I woke up a sweaty disgusting mess that mostly kept me from going back to sleep. Of course, the power going out didn't help that much, either, as my alarm wasn't going to be of much use anymore...

Anyway, last night Mother Nature kind of made her point, and now I'm basking in my A/C like nature intended.