My guess is the temperature inside our house is around boiling. This is my estimate after checking out the roommate's waterbed and watching it bubble bubble toil and trouble. I have resorted to putting a wet washcloth on my neck in order to stay alive. I listened at Julie's door and all I can hear is her fan, I hope to God she's still breathing. Not only is the heat killing me but I'm pretty sure it's helping the bugs thrive. Thus far I have killed 1 big old flying beetle thing and 1 creeper spider that was in my closet. And what happened to the cross breeze? Julie tells me the hot air is forcing itself in and crushing us. Delirium setting in.
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