So it froze outside last night. Or at least thats what I heard because it is freakin' 90 degrees in my apartment. WTF. The girls who control the heat must be reptiles or somethin, incapable of retaining heat. But not me, because this warm blooded person is about to combust into flames. So you think the situation would be simple.....
OPEN SOME WINDOWS.
CLOSE THE VENTS.
Not so, because the vents don't close. They sorta close, and there is this huge whine where air does get through. Windows? They are open. All of them, and it is still f*cking unbearable in here.
So what do I do? What can I do to cut off the vents that would not be a fire hazard, because these vents are freakin' hot to the touch.
It is 30 degrees outside right now and I am sitting in a goddamn oven. If I wanted to live in a f*ckin' oven, I'd move to Arizona, but I don't, so I'm here in Iowa. BUt those f*ckin' hootchies just love thier goddamn heat, so here I am. I don't even having anything more than boxers on, and I'm sweating. If this is what hell is like, then I'm goin to chuch tomorrow.
OPEN SOME WINDOWS.
CLOSE THE VENTS.
Not so, because the vents don't close. They sorta close, and there is this huge whine where air does get through. Windows? They are open. All of them, and it is still f*cking unbearable in here.
So what do I do? What can I do to cut off the vents that would not be a fire hazard, because these vents are freakin' hot to the touch.
It is 30 degrees outside right now and I am sitting in a goddamn oven. If I wanted to live in a f*ckin' oven, I'd move to Arizona, but I don't, so I'm here in Iowa. BUt those f*ckin' hootchies just love thier goddamn heat, so here I am. I don't even having anything more than boxers on, and I'm sweating. If this is what hell is like, then I'm goin to chuch tomorrow.