I frequently complain about our apartment, not solely because it IS an apartment, but because of the lack of space. It seemed pretty spacious when George and I moved in six (!) years ago, but with the addition of two kids and all their stuff, plus things that we acquired along the way, I must say that it’s getting a little cramped in here. Every once in awhile I have to talk myself down from a ledge – a ledge that would see me violently pitching random belongings over our fourth-floor balcony.

But tonight I was a little bored and poking around ye olde internet, and I came across a fascinating photo essay of 100 flats in Hong Kong – each of them is a one-room flat measuring a mere 100 by 100 feet. Having everything you own so close together makes me appreciate our apartment a little more. I will vow to stop complaining. At least not for a few days.

Apparently today’s weather forecast is don’t leave the house. *sweating*

This morning at 8 am it was so hot that between the heat outside and our air conditioner inside, our sliding doors were fogged up, the same way a car’s windshield will fog up when you turn on the heat in the throes of winter.

On top of that, the janitor called 15 minutes ago and told me that apparently our air conditioner isn’t tilted outwards enough and so the condensation is causing water to run into the living room below ours. I don’t really understand this since a) it IS angled out and if we tilt it anymore it would probably fall out (and it weighs about eleventy billion tons so it would KILL someone if it fell on them), b) we’ve had it in for about two months, it runs most days, and it has never done this before or else I assume we would have heard about it already, c) our wall, floor, and the window frame/window sill, and the piece of wood we have to seal the window are all dry, so where the hell is it dripping then? I turned it off but after only 15 minutes it’s already starting to get really warm in here and although I understand the problem with dripping water, I’m going to have to put it back on. I can’t have it going up to 45 degrees in here with two young kids.

And I know we’re nothing special, it’s the same overheated crap everywhere in Canada, the U.S., and even overseas. It still sucks.

Al Gore must be sitting at home, shaking his head and thinking, “I TOLD you fuckers.”