So yesterday I come home to a house that is hotter inside than it is outside. Yeah, you guessed it. The A/C is out. In June. In San Antonio. So about 40 seconds after walking in the house I am sweating as if I were one of Indy’s guides in the beginning of Raiders of the Lost Ark. Humid. Sticky. Miserable.
It gets better. My internet is out. Until Friday. Time Warner, whom I blame for the demise of Atlanta Braves baseball, apparently got tired of screwing Braves fans and decided to rape me with this one. No one can come out to fix my internet until Friday? Really? And I don’t even have to be home since the problem lies in a cable box outside the house. I cannpt wait to tell Time Warner to go to hell when AT&T’s new U-Verse plan is available in my neighborhood.
But wait. It gets better. My throat starts hurting. And then an hour later, I get the chills. 2 hours later, my head starts hurting. And 1 hour after that, I’m sneezing like I’m allergic to my own skin or something! Conclusion: I’m sick. And as I’m typing this, I feel like crap.
Here’s the worst part….. It’s only Tuesday.
-Dave Q.
