Today when I got home, I had grand plans to wash my clothes and clean my floors because I had a lot of free time. But I walked in the door and was hit by a wave of humidity, so there’s no way in hell I’m setting out clothes to air dry or putting more water on the floor.
When I had my fever, I spoke to my roommate about her ridiculous habit of turning off the air conditioning when she’s not home. (As if she’s the only one who lives here; as if the switch isn’t in her bedroom; as if she doesn’t lock her bedroom door.) But apparently her brain has fallen out and she’s reverted back to that ridiculous habit.
In 12 days I get to move out of this shithole. (To live with a friend for a week, until I go back to the States for the summer.) It’s going to be so awesome.