I sit here in my boxers, cursing God. There's no AC in the apartment. My room, where magic (and work) happens is stuffy and has no airflow. I have a tiny fan blowing air at me. I am tired of wearing boxers. I want to wear big boy pants. But the extra layers are terrifying.
I will update you more on the fan situation later.
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