I Am In The 6th Layer of Hell
If I was not stressed out and depressed enough already... life decides to show up on my doorstep, ransack my house and shit in my shoe.
My house is 85 degrees with the windows open and fans blowing.
My air conditioning unit is not working.... in middle Tennessee.... in summer....
If there is a God.... he really fucking hates me and if he doesn't hate me? Then he must be Loki... and if he is Loki... then someone please quickly contact Donald Blake...
Anyways, someone is supposed to be out at 10 am to look at it and try and fix it. Hopefully it just needs to be recharged.