WE'RE ALL GONNA FUCKIN DIE

The Man came to put in the new water heater yesterday. It is literally the last thing I need at the moment, other than a cup of fire, but at least I can dry out the wet crap in the laundry room and kick it to the curb. Still no sign of new AC. There is a severe heat warning up for at least two days, so I have set up a card table in the basement with a metal chair, so I can live the lifestyle I enjoyed when I was four. Except I'm better at coloring now.

I keep hoping a spot will open up, but that will probably mean somebody's died from the heat, so I'm a bit ambivalent. But only a bit, because the official thermostat temperature upstairs is hovering around 90F.

At least the power bill for July will be low.