Last night, I longed to be one of those geeks who live in a dark, ice-cold basement. It’s a cliche, but it’s one that would have let me SLEEP!
That’s right…I didn’t sleep last night. Yesterday’s heat finally hit home, with a blistering 30 degree day…and more of the same to come this week!
I quietly baked all night, longing for the relief of cold unconsciousness, and silently damning my glorious country for having only two seasons: TOO cold & TOO hot!
I must restort to drastic measures: I’m going to make a Wal-Mart purchase! (STOP booing!)
At lunch, I’m off to buy a new air conditioner. By tonight, I hope to have a calm, cool, icy abode, which will allow me to fall into the arms of Morpheus…who so cruelly shunned me last night! But he won’t refuse me tonight — not with 5000 BTU’s circulating through my modest apartment.
By the way…does any of this make sense? I’m not sure I’m entirely alert this morning…I’m wondering if all of this sounds like bad poetry…
