Starts out last night.
I decide to go for a run.
Would have been great if a. I was dressed warmer and b. I wasn't drunk
Ended up falling on my face.
Get into bed and turn the heater on...to a roasting 72 degrees. PARDON ME! SIR!
my roomate decides that I am trying to ROAST him AlivE.
and turns the AC ON TO 62 DEGREES. ( mind you, it is 27 degrees outside. )
So I am like...fuck this!
And I turn it down to 60 Degrees.
and I am like oh ya? well I am just going to freeze my ass off all night because I have a blow up bed to sleep on on the floor with only a sheet, and you have a comfy king size bed with 30 Down blankets, a girlfriend and fifty dogs to sleep with. Take that bioooootch!
well done. i WIN!