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further proof that I am loved
The heat is making me sick. Well, the heat, and my recently-discovered lactose intolerance, which now seems to be such that I can't even have cheese on a sandwich without getting sick to my stomach. A bottle of Lactaid (or the store brand knock-off) is my new constant companion. Thing is... Lactaid tastes evil. No, really...

Kennedy: How's evil taste?

Willow: A little chalky.
-- Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Season Seven, "Showtime"

But the proof that I am loved (and that Wolfie doesn't like sleeping in the heat either) is that he agreed that we can retro-fit one of the casement (crank-out) windows in our bedroom with a piece of plywood and an air conditioner. We already have one in the art room, but it's not exactly convenient for sleeping in. The art room, not the air conditioner. The air conditioner is definitely not conducive to sleeping in.

My baby luuuurves me. He's gonna put in an air conditioner this weekend. [does the dance of the smug]

i feel: happy happy

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