Oi

Dear Brain:

31,000 words into your Big Bang is NOT the time to start doubting the story, the pacing, the anything.

Seriously, what the hell?

No love,

Me

because *clearly* the universe hates me...

My a/c died again. *sigh*

I have a call in to the emergency after-hours maintenance person, but I called an hour ago and nothing yet.

On the one hand, at least it's reasonably comfortable out (upper 70's, and the sun is setting). But--y'all remember this med I'm on now, right, that makes me extra-sensitive to heat?

*headdesk*

Also: C'mon, Sam, FUCK HIM ALREADY.