I was fed up waiting for my landlord to bring a freon cooler unit.
I have a swamp cooler but it only circulates in the front of the house and this dry, TEXAS heat is starting in real early this year.
I sat there in front of my monitor last night and decided: FUCK IT! I am not gonna wait for my got-too-many-properties landlord to finally hook up a new cooler that I don't even know will work any better.
I went to Wally World today and plopped down $15.00 for a ceiling fan.
When I got it home, I unpacked all the housings and screws and directions and stared at them for about four hours. Then, I began to study the instructions and was temporarily discouraged by the fear that my outlet plate was not right.
About an hour later, I actually dismantled my overhead light fixture and determined the outlet plate was sound. I then swelled with fears of coming home to a burned down apartment because my wiring had no green ground wire.
By this time, I was sweating like a (sexy!) pig. I had a sore spot on my lower lip from biting it and I had fallen off my step ladder enuff.
Once again, the mantra: "FUCK IT"! repeated itself in my mind.
I hooked it all up. I pulled the chain and I am now in circulatory heaven!
So, I guess I don't really need a man...well, except for sex
