So... goddamn... humid.

"How humid is it?"

So humid that I get "prune-y" when I get OUT of the shower. My frickin' eyeglasses fog up just walking around. I feel like a foetus, drinking my oxygen in like a giant warm slushy that I CAN'T PUT DOWN!

I just sit in the office and stare at the AC. Why won't they turn it on? Why? I'll tell them anything they want to know, just fuckingflipthatgoddamnswitch you bastards. How hot does it have to be? It's already [temperature of the sun] in here. Just. You know. Turn on the... c'mon!

*weeping* BASTARDS!