Yesterday, at 7am, I was awakened by the dulcet tones of city workers preparing our street for the devastation to come. They were trimming trees before ripping up the surface for repaving.
As you all know by now, yesterday was hellishly hot in the City of Angels, and to make matters worse, our office building's AC unit froze up and shut down. Woo Hoo! Sweatstache anyone? Our server room was overheating fast, so we closed down the office and sent everyone home. Except I couldn't go home (see last post, re: parking sucks). Instead, I went to my friend's house and watched an awful movie, which we then could not stop talking about (kudos to you, director, for keeping us engaged).
When I got home, it was this hot inside my apartment:
With two fans running, I managed to cool it down to a balm 94 for bedtime. It was no use. I tossed and turned, then lay perfectly still with one fan blowing directly on me for the rest of the night (but slept very little). So, imagine my pleasure at being woken up at 6am by more construction vehicles scraping their way down the street.
It's going to be a long week.