There is a 12 pack in the fridge, I might go have a beer out on the porch
Nice. It's starting to cool in the house - but the room I'm in is STILL 93 fucking degrees.
I live in fucking Maine. It should not be 90 fucking degrees. It sure as shit shouldn't be 93 degrees in my goddamned house.
I know the feeling. It should not be 90 degrees here either!
Fuck no, it shouldn't. Hell, the lilacs aren't even starting to bloom and they always bloom for Memorial Day. So, it's going to be a weird spring - at at least as far as the weather is concerned. It doesn't turn summer until like June 21 or something like that.
This is fucking retarded.
I'm gonna have them come investigate how much it's gonna fucking cost me for air conditioning. The whole house is designed so I don't need it. but it's not meant to have temps in the 90s before there are even leaves on the fucking trees.
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