Hot Minneapolis is Hot

I'm sitting here at my desk, drinking horrible soldier-themed coffee and eating generic Ritz crackers (they're not very Ritzy then are they) to stay awake. My work is an air conditioned, albeit plastic smelling paradise. It sometimes gets cold enough for me to wear a sweater. This is generally between cups of coffee, so we won't count it. In any case, I keep a sweater here for those occasions where I'm not drinking coffee.

I want to add a little bit of the air conditioned-ness and maybe some plastic smell to my house. Granted, I don't spend much time there these days. Between work (gone 7am to 4:30pm every week day) and spending time with Moose (<3<3<3<3<3), I generally only spend 2-3 hours a day at my house. My sister apparently feels like I no longer live there. HOWEVER, when I am at home, I am way too warm. I worry about my kitties overheating. I'd worry about Oscar as well, but he's not around right now (he's been in Duluth due to missing Henry and the 'rents). I'm not entirely sure how bunnies cope with heat, but being on the ground floor on the floor probably means Pepper is alright.

I want to buy a big-ass air conditioner. *peers off on the horizon, squinting, making sweeping gestures with her hands* It needs to be a big-un. Ten thousand... maybe twelve thousand BTU... whatever that stands for. I don't care enough to look it up even for this blog entry... Capable of somewhat cooling a small, three bedroom house... Allowing me to move my air conditioner into my bedroom so that I no longer have to sleep in inappropriate "clothing" if a manfriend or normal friend is staying over... It would be so sweet... I could make the house smell like plastic by attaching tiiinny little strands of duct tape on the fan output... they could waft in the delightful airy coolness of the hunk of metal and plastic designed to cool air... ahhh. *closes her eyes and sighs*

Hopefully I can get one. Every time I want to go look at a used one from Craigslist, it ends up selling before I can even look at it. I might be stuck dropping $300 on a new one. But damnit, it might be worth it at this point. 100 degree is unacceptable weather, Minneapolis. Damnit. Minneapolis, you should buy me an air conditioner if you're going to act like that. Watch out for my pimp hand.