It is currently 80 degrees in my apartment. My window air conditioner is not working. In an attempt to thwart this problem and not have to go spend the night away from my pets, I have come up with the following ghetto ways to stay cool:
I bought four packs of sliced watermelons and a bag of grapes at the grocery store. Nature's air conditioner!
I basically chugged 44 ounces of Icee. Gas station's air conditioner!
I bought a bag of ice, which I keep emptying portions of into a bowl and placing in front of my fan. Ghetto air conditioner!
I'm watching Knocked Up, which is hilarious.
Lemonade out of lemons I guess. Other apartments in my complex are flooded, so I guess I can't complain. Oh wait, it's 80 degrees in my apartment! I still can.
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It's not the heat, it's the humidity?
80 degrees, meh. I'm jaded by last year when it was in the mid-90s and we had to get a hotel because we were all so hot and cranky. And then we got central air, and now we're selling the house. The end.
80 degrees? I would have been dead.
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