the strange planet inside my head
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Gem and i finally caught up (she was asleep when i got home last night and we missed our Friday Night Chick Chat Session) so today we went to lunch. then she was off for her Boo Visit, and since the temperatures reached 90 fricken' degrees today, i flipped on the AC.
to no avail.
the damned thing refused to blow out anything. the knight took a look, and the outside unit pipe was frozen where it enters the house, and it could be we need a freon fill or something's clogged. and if there's no freon, where did it go?
in the meantime, i'm roasting like a chicken on a spit, basted in my own sweat. ick.
that's when i decided i needed to go shopping. in an air-conditioned store. and so i did.
the thunderstorms came through, and it's cooled off to 69. i have every fan in the place going, strategically placed, and it's cooled off a lot. but holy shitski man, for a few hours i felt like i was cooking inside a George Foreman grill.
*sigh*
the Lucy curse. tellin' ya.
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tweaked WordWebbing a little, added a blog entry. i've been indexed by Google, which is akin to having a chat with god. i have so much more to do, but it's not going to be tonight.
****
as a matter of fact, i think my brain is cooked and i'm going to bed, perchance to sweat.
heh.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
to no avail.
the damned thing refused to blow out anything. the knight took a look, and the outside unit pipe was frozen where it enters the house, and it could be we need a freon fill or something's clogged. and if there's no freon, where did it go?
in the meantime, i'm roasting like a chicken on a spit, basted in my own sweat. ick.
that's when i decided i needed to go shopping. in an air-conditioned store. and so i did.
the thunderstorms came through, and it's cooled off to 69. i have every fan in the place going, strategically placed, and it's cooled off a lot. but holy shitski man, for a few hours i felt like i was cooking inside a George Foreman grill.
*sigh*
the Lucy curse. tellin' ya.
****
tweaked WordWebbing a little, added a blog entry. i've been indexed by Google, which is akin to having a chat with god. i have so much more to do, but it's not going to be tonight.
****
as a matter of fact, i think my brain is cooked and i'm going to bed, perchance to sweat.
heh.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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