The air-conditioning is on. This is a major feat in my house. But then, this afternoon, my mother actually looked at me for a moment, and then said I was drippy. *lol* Thanks, Mom. Observation Girl, that’s her. Nah, I love her. She’s sweet and smart and cheerful without being annoying, and oh, yeah, she turned on the AC. *cheers*

………….alright, this person will probably be going to hell. But once there, they will get the good apartment where the air actually works on Tuesdays, and there’s only one annoying neighbor, and while the balcony doors are wielded shut, they do provide a stunning view of heaven, and every year on their birthday, the big S will let them choose who has to have sex with Carson Daly that year. ;_; All I get to do is drive the bus…..