First thing’s first — I’m getting a cold sore, and I don’t like it. Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess that just means I don’t get to taste any Pepsi this weekend. There are plenty of other fun things to do though, I s’pose. The forecast says that there’s a 30% chance of rain on both Saturday and Sunday, so that’s a “maybe” to beach weather. At least it’s only going to be a high of 89 degrees this weekend.

You have to understand when I say “only”, though. Monday night, 06/11/2007, my air conditioner decided to break. I guess I need to look on the bright side, though. At least I wasn’t a Catholic in Cologne on this day in 1964. Anyway…I didn’t sleep at all on Monday night. Period. At 4:30 AM on Tuesday, 06/12/2007, I gave up trying to sleep when I realized that it was 84 degrees in my apartment, and the sun hadn’t even come up yet. I simply drove into work and started working in the air-conditioned office. Calls every 2 hours to the landlady finally proved fruitful and an air conditioner repairman was sent out to fix the problem. I met him here, in my NINETY DEGREE APARTMENT.

Fixing the problem meant that I finally met my downstairs neighbor, PoliceGirl, as my air conditioner electrical lines run down through her air conditioner closet as well. She was born in the same state as me We struck up a lively conversation in the awkward lull while the repairman was out gathering the tools of his trade. We both told our entire life stories to each other in under two and a half minutes each. I was rather impressed, actually. I hope I get to interact with her more, she really was cool.

So…he fixed it, I left, he left, everybody’s happy. Then I get a call from Pepsi telling me that Gator(yeah, from Gainesville) is in my area and implying that it’s my duty to keep the Gator sufficiently amused for at least a short time. I’m dead tired. What to do, what to do…I know! I’ll agree to meet Gator, chug a power peanut butter smoothie, and then wear myself out at the local arcade for free. That took all of three hours to do. But hey…I did my duty.

Now I’m dead tired, but I can’t sleep just yet. I think it’s because I was very very awake at this same time yesterday morning. I also blame the wonderful (that’s not sarcasm, but I don’t know how to get you to believe me) people over at Questionable Content for one of the best webcomics *ever*. Read these comics, I implore you. It’s like a story about my life, even my life right now! Methinks the author has been secretly watching me for years to create this masterpiece.

I think that’s all I can handle. I also think that one of the reasons that I can’t sleep is because I need to take a shower. G’night.