It's hot and muggy here in lower Michigan -- 88 Fahrenheit according to one source -- and stepping out my door feels almost literally like walking into a sauna. Yet here in my apartment, although the air conditioner is not, I say again, not running, the temperature is in the low seventies (which is why it's not running). As I say, I'm not complaining, but I am perplexed.
The only notion that seems to make sense is that cool air from my upstairs neighbors' a.c. is leaking down here.
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
The only notion that seems to make sense is that cool air from my upstairs neighbors' a.c. is leaking down here.
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.