87 F

It is unbelievably hot in my apartment tonight. The same phenomenon that kept me warm in the winter is roasting me in the summer. Maybe they operate a secret sauna on the second floor. I’ve removed all my clothing and am sitting here sweating in my briefs. Mr. Kim needs to get me that air conditioner. He’s contractually obliged to after all. I’m just trying to be understanding. He’s a busy man. He’s got business and things to attend to. But man I can’t take this any more.

Funny. In spite of its many shortcomings, I’ve grown quite attached to this little shoebox of an apartment. After all it may be tiny and dirty and hot, but it’s mine. I didn’t realize how I felt until I visited Heath’s old place to see if I wanted to move in there maybe. But looking around it all seemed to unwelcoming, so unfamiliar. Even though it was larger, cleaner, and more convenient, I felt oddly repulsed by it.

Now I’ve got to get out of here. I’m going for a walk.