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It's fucking hot in here. Say what you want about this being some kind of 'better get used to it if you want to move to Texas' (seriously considering it. I could actually see myself there when I visited unlike some states *cough*south dakota*cough*, and I just want to get the heck out of the midwest.), but there is a difference between being hot inside and being hot outside. Like air circulation for one. If I am hot outside, I am hot outside by choice. Hot inside, I do not want to be hot inside and there is nothing I can do about it. Well, option B is going to the Kletz, but I really don't want to deal annoying people who like CNN at loud volumes and the *clunk* of a frisbee hitting the glass roof every 5 minutes. So basically I am in my house, sweating, because it's probably around 80 in here. and we have one fan for this whole house. ONE. Not even a big one either. I stayed at work an extra 45 minutes folding napkins, just because they have air conditioning there.

Went to talk to career services yesterday. Got some tips on places to search that I hadn't even thought of before, so I have more ground to work on now instead of being like "omg what do I do?!?!". Which reminds me, I need to make sure the government got my fax.

and that is all for now. Til I think of something else I feel like saying. *goes back to reading Qur'an*

stupid effing Hope internet. For a connection that claims to be 'high-speed', it's pretty slow. 11Mbps. *kicks internet*