*YAWN*

Sorry about that. Please know right away that this blog might not make the best sense.

Our air conditioning went out on Wednesday night, and we were told someone would be at the house after 5PM last night to fix it. It got up to 87 degrees in the house last night.

87 degrees.

I sat on the couch most of the night with a fan pointed right at my face. I barely motivated myself enough to cook dinner and do dishes. By bed time, there was still no sign of him. I shut all the windows and headed for bed.

At 10:30 we got the call.

That's 10:30 PM. He was on his way and needed directions.

I woke up about 2 AM and the house was still hot and sticky, so I woke Jay up. Apparently even though Jay had told them what was wrong, dude didn't have the proper part.

I had went to bed in PJs since there would be a strange man in my home, although I considered PJs over dressed for 87 degree sleeping. All of that and he still didn't fix it.

As I lay in bed at 2 AM sweating, I got to thinking about the Lost season finale. (I just finished watching it last night). I got worried that the fake Locke would come after me.

Give me a break - it was really hot and I had gotten very little sleep.

Finally I decided that I'd die of a heat stroke long before Locke, or the creepy 10 PM air conditioning repair man got me, so I fell back asleep. Only to have to drag myself out of bed this morning and into the shower.

I think I must be insane. 86 degrees in the house and yet I still use a hair dryer. I did, however, have to put my makeup on in the car because I didn't have time to do it at home.

I still haven't gotten around to using my straightening iron yet...