Guess what? Our air-conditioning is broken. For the third time in two weeks. And they don't call maintenance for A/C issues after 5:30 pm. (I called at 5:50).

And even though J called to bitch, the lady said she absoutely was not allowed to page them for such issues.

It's 85 degrees up in this bitch. Come the fuck on.

It's so absurd at this point I think all we can do is laugh. And go bitch them out first thing tomorrow. Netflix sent us more "Sopranos" episodes and the pool isn't closed (it has been the last two times our air broke.) So we'll be okay, but really? How ridiculous is that?

I'm so over it.

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Magical Thinking:

Within walking distance of the apartment in Delaware: An ACME supermarket, drug store, nail salon, tanning salon, liquor store, Thai import store, restaurant called Toscana.

Within walking distance of the apartment in Austin: An Alberston's Supermarket (owns ACME. I don't even have to get a new savings card). drug store, nail salon, tanning salon, liquor store, Asian imports store, apartment complex called Toscana.

Apartment complex in Colorado: Two little girls, sisters, young, dressed in pink and purple, riding bikes. Say to me: Hi! Hi! What's your name? You're beautiful.

Apartment complex in Austin: Two little girls sisters, young, dressed in pink and purple, riding bikes. Say to me: Hi! Hi! What's your name? You're pretty. I like your pants.

Everywhere I go is home.

With or without air-conditioning.