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Bleh, I hate humidity. It's not hot at all (like low 70s high 60s) but the humidity is making me pretend to be a Vietnam vet with shell-shock-induced Tourrette's.

"Fuckin' Charlie damn fuckin' Nam and they HEAT! I was dyin' and fuck that shit with that blacktop the muthuhfuckuhz. Shit I would've shot honky 'Mericans too if they dropped hot asphalt on my ass. Fuckin more heat and I'm gonna punch fuckers for shit and Moishe dAYAMn if one more mofuck gon' expel moisture on a day like this..." Repeat as necessary.

I never had central air until this apartment. It's a beautiful thing, really: walking around my apartment in normal clothing. There is no weather outside when the AC is on, no matter which room I'm in. I can get things done or just chill.

There are only a couple problems. One is that I don't have control over the on or off state. There is a thermometer in the dining room. It's tempting to point an incandescent light at it to trip it.

The other problem: HVAC does not detect relative humidity. This means I feel grimy but it's not hot enough to trip the AC. The same was the case at work today, where there were a couple times I felt like the marsh outside was trying to sneak up on me. Just like 'nam.

So yeah, I finally saw Napoleon Dynamite last night. Sweet. Dang!

Make the muggy thing stop. Please. No, I won't give you my lunch money.
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