it's hot in our apartment. like really hot. we have no ac. no window cooler units. we have two ceiling fans and, thanks to my mom, one standing fan. it is miserable. like i'm pretty sure hell will be like this. and the more i grow up the more i am in tune with what puts me in an instant bad mood. number one, hunger. number two, tiredness. number three, heat. and the problem is when all these three things happen at once it is like an explosion of melissa hormones and no one is really safe.
anyway. i don't know where i was going with that.
i wanted to complain.