Friday, September 25, 2009

Twenty High Five

It's one thousand degrees outside right now. How can anyone be expected to write a blog post in this kind of heat. I'm seriously not exaggerating, it's one thousand degrees outside and I'm fucking miserable.

I have an apartment with an air-conditioner, so I recognize that I'm probably ahead of the game on this. But the unfortunate reality with my AC is that it cools a column of air in my living room and nothing else. California apartments are not designed with the elements in mind so the gap in my door and my louvered windows pretty much act to match the inside temperature with the outside temperature. Of course, it's on a slight delay so my apartment heats up slowly and cools off slowly.

The AC corridor, as I've come to call it, has resulted in me dragging my mattress from my bedroom to my living room on especially hot nights. When the mattress is there it shrinks my world down to about 15 feet. My life becomes AC unit --> mattress --> couch. This is where I live for the 2 or 3 day bursts of heat that we experience here.

The drawback to this arrangement is how awful the rest of the apartment is. While sitting on the couch you forget that when you stand up the heat will be suffocating. Literally, two feet above the cool air that surrounds the couch is the blistering heat from outside. When nestled in this column of cold air you begin to feel trapped. Dishes go unwashed, bedrooms go untidied and bathroom breaks become more infrequent. You become a victim of comfort.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is that my apartment is really messy. And as a result I'm trying to blame it on my air conditioning. pretty weak, huh?

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