I'm hot. Yeah. I'm so fucking hot. I want to rip off my tits. I feel like a lot of people feel like that right now. It's

nice. On cool. We laugh in our pain. Yeah. You're welcome. You're just so hot. You can't sleep. Generally, yeah, if I am to get hot at all, it is in the, it is in the sleeping hour versus the daytime hour.

And insults injury. You know what happened? Okay. So you guys know I don't have AC right now to combat this when I when I am staying in this fucking oven of an apartment. I put a fan on me. And that usually gets it to where you know I can sleep. No covers usually no shoes, no shirt, even. Yeah. I need that. But, but, but like my fanbrook.

And I was like, oh, no, what am I going to do? So I went and I got me a country ass staple, which is the box fan. I did not have hell. Yeah, bro. Brother a box fan. You kid me. That thing's turned on and it will never turn off until the day it's wires eat away at themselves. Yeah. Yeah, they are staple. They are a staple. Yeah. And they work. And it'll go until it's coated in dirt and dust until it just one day fades out of it.

So what happens to a box fan? Nobody knows. I don't know, but you can talk through it and sound like an alien. Oh, I love it so much. That's fun time. But it's quite a bit bigger than my other fan was. And I was so I was coming home after like a long day. It was hot. I was tired. And I was like, yeah, I don't want to. I don't want to right now. So I'm not going to clear off space and like all over my nightstand and put it on in a correct. No, I'm just going to throw it up in catty corner in my bed.

Up against the wall. Yeah. Sure. And let it rock that way. And I worked for a little bit. It worked for a little bit for a good long bit, I would say. Okay. And I'm like, you know what, I'm finally ready to go to bed. I snuggle in. I get on my back as I do so I can snore as loud as I fucking can. Hey, it's your fucking house. My house, dude. It's hot. I want to fucking snore. I'll do it. And I don't know. I moved not a bit. I talk. I'm not going to get on my back as I do. So I can snore as loud as I fucking can. Hey, it's your fucking house. It's my house, dude. It's hot. I want to fucking snore. I'll do it. And I don't know. I moved not a bit. I talk.

I talk in my little, I tuck in my, my wrists behind my back. So I make like little chicken wings. And I cross my legs as if I were sitting criss-cross applesauce, but I'm laying down. And that is my sleeping position a lot. I know that sleeping position. I will say though your legs kind of river dance in that position all night long. More so in the morning when I'm waking up. They're wild in the morning. Yes. And usually if I'm sleeping legs not crossed. If I'm sleeping legs straight

out, I will do the foot rub thing. I'll do the foot rub thing until I go to sleep and possibly all through the night and into the morning when I then Michael flatly my way out of bed. But I don't know what I did. But I was in the perfect. I was in the sweetest spot of sleep where everything and fall away. And you're not thinking of anything. You're not even aware of your body anymore. You're not aware of anything. It's that sweet.

Delicious twilight. And out of nowhere this whole last box fan scissor kicks my face. Just falls. Directly onto my nose. With a force that is not natural. Like it didn't just tip over like something pile drive it into my soul. It's the entity in your apartment that is insistent on making sure that AC breaks over. No, probably it's like, how dare you be cool. I am a demon. I'm

And it hot.

Killed.

Killed.

But it was long story short.

For a little while, I had like a grid pattern on my face.

Oh shit.

And I gotta say, that's the beginning of my fowl fucking mood

that I have been in for 24 hours now.

That'd make me a touch ground.

I'm in a bad mood.

I've got a treat for you today, Ben.

Something that I think is going to give you a lot of gigs.

I hope so.

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