Mood: In pain.
Music: Why?, Bronski Beat.
Game: World of Warcraft, Call of Duty, Guild Wars.
Book: Nothing, really.
Muffin: Apricot-Sweet Plum.
Punchline: "Why can't I die?!"
OK, before I get into my blog, I would like to point out that this whole post will be tinged with grumpiness, because while walking from the subway station to work, I rolled my ankle. Not a really bad roll, but it definitely hurts. I can walk on it...and it's only when I flex it or walk on it that it's sore. But I HATE rolling my ankle. Usually, I wear high top shoes with ankle support, such as boots or such...and today is no exception. But for some unknown reason, my laces were loose and provided no support as I rolled my left ankle. Lovely.
Anyway, yesterday, I went to a barbecue/picnic in Prospect Park and met a bunch of people, and just generally hung out, grilled some yummy chicken and steak sandwiches, and threw a nerf football around.
My Kosmo.com bag got many compliments for being huge and bright orange, a relic from ages past, and being insulated. And being filled with fresh pineapple, marinated chicken and steak, fresh baked bread, vegetables, and hard lemonade and cold water.
Never let it be said that I come to a picnic unprepared.
Aside from getting some color on my usually pasty complexion, I also managed to make my right pectoral, bicep, and shoulder sore. How? Nerf football. For some unknown reason, the lack of weight of a nerf football makes it very hard to throw a football the way you think you ought to, and so you over compensate by throwing harder than you probably should. So my right arm is pretty stiff.
I did have a fun time...and it was good to get some sun. I'm gonna do that more often. Sun is good.
That's not what my blog entry is about. Oh, no.
It was hot yesterday. Southeast Asia hot, no. Africa hot, not really. But it was hot enough to be uncomfortable if you weren't dressed properly...which meant breathable clothing.
Now, something to know about my apartment: It has no air conditioner. Yet. It was fully 80 degrees in my apartment last night. Windows open, no help, no breeze. I woke up every 90 minutes-2 hours to either struggle with my pillows and blankets to try to get cooler, or to get some water because my mouth felt like a small desert.
I, probably like most people, have been putting off getting an air conditioner. While one would have been nice once or twice this year so far, it wasn't intolerable, and I didn't feel like dumping a couple hundred bucks for an air conditioner, then spend a day installing the thing in my window. Not to mention that I didn't feel fully comfortable installing an air conditioner without discussing it with my landlord. Of course, last night has drastically changed my outlook on the upcoming air conditioning adventure.
Curiously, I ran into my landlord this morning, and mentioned that I'd like to install an air conditioner...but I wanted to discuss it with her, because it'd have to be window mounted, and that'd take a bit of work, not to mention possibly bracing or drilling into the windowsill. So she's gonna get back to me soon, after discussing it with her husband. I shouldn't think it'll be a problem, which is good, because I'm pretty sure that this weekend will definitely be an air conditioning installation weekend.
All I could think of while I was tossing and turning in bed last night was:"I could have had an air conditioner installed already." Eh. What are ya gonna do? Aside from being vaguely tired, I'm none the worse for wear. And of course it's very air conditioned at work. I'm expecting one of those hot-cold-hot sore throats soon....
Eternal optimist, ain't I?
Posted by Glenn at June 6, 2005 10:14 AM