It is not due to any mental distress, I don’t think.
It is just too hot to sleep, even with the AC going in the bedroom.
Oh, so that’s why.
It was blowing warm air in because the hose popped off the back. My little C3PO room air saves my life, except when the hose that makes the warm air go outside comes off the back of it and the warm air heats the room instead of being pumped outside. It was 80 degrees in here, and I do not enjoy a hot bedroom unless I am the one heating it up.
There is nothing like a little nocturnal AC repair session to liven things up in the boudoir.
Duct tape to the rescue, at least temporarily. I foresee a trip to Home Despot for a new hose in my future…
In a few minutes, it will be cool enough to sleep again.
At least my hair looks good. That is super important when you are alone in a hot bedroom. That sounded like a really boring Tennessee Williams play. The one he wrote just before the cat jumped out of the hot bedroom and onto a hot tin roof.
I am getting verrrryyyyy sleeeeeepppyyyyy.
Hmmm, hypnosis didn’t work.
Or maybe it did…yawn.
Say goodnight, Princess Cupcake.
‘Night, everybody.
With black branches