I think the airconditioner is broken in my apartment. Of course, if it is broken, you're listening to a dead man. Because, without AC in The Big Funky you're as good as dead. Last night at 10:49 my car thermometer read 104 degrees outside. No fucking shit. With those kinds of temperatures it won't be long before I turn into a ravenous beast, killing left and right for the chance to feel cool conditioned air on my beast-face once more. I'm so fucking scared, and I'm not ashamed. But maybe it's my time.