Can it BE fucking hotter in here?

I became so spoiled this summer. And now that it's FINALLY hot, i'm irate. But it's mainly this living room, not my bedroom, thank GOD. Eh, i'm just whining. I mean, back in 2001, when the temp hit 106, I had NO air conditioner in my room and survived. Sure, I was on the verge of heat stroke, but I survived. For YEARS, I didn't put that AC in the window out of sheer laziness and stubbornness. But TODAY wasn't even that hot, that's what gets me...only upper 80s with moderate humidity. Yesterday was in the 90s with torrid humidity. I didn't expect tonight to be worse than last night. Though last night DID have that refreshing "outflow wind" from nearby thunderstorms that cooled it down by some 10 degrees around 9pm. I just need some damn WIND from the north, please!!

Holy hell, does anyone care about this shit?! I'm writing about how hot my apartment is...riveting. AND i'm tired...but I can't go to bed yet because DIPSHIT is -- drumroll -- yet again at a late-night Tuesday hockey game a half-hour from here. I never tire of rolling my eyes and being infuriated over this. Because EVERY Tuesday I seem to be tired...yet have to put up with him till 2am or even later. Tuesday must be my Tired Night. This posting just gets more and more fascinating. Let's make it even more so...I spent TOO much time today reconfiguring my living room to accomodate my dazzling new SURFBOARD coffee table. Crazy how time-consuming this shit was. Ugh. So that's only added to my tiredness. I was even up and at 'em by 9am! So it'd be NICE if ASSFUCK could get the fuck home, take his shower and stop making noise so I can go to bed!!!!!!!!!

Well, that was a lot of writing about not particularly anything interesting. Sorry.