Cold, uncomfortable air is blowing in.
Funky air. Stuffy. Weird.
Not weird in the good way, like the Honk For Hemp guy downtown. That guy's an institution. We're talking Weird like that Jesus painting that's been at the Goodwill for the last three years.
Off in a way you can't quite place, ya know? Did the artist mean for this to make me uncomfortable? Was it a mistake? Did they see it? Is it just me? It can't be just me, no one else is buying it either.
Is that jaundice? Or is the lighting in here that bad? It's gotta be the lighting.
Whatever happened to getting a popsicle out of the freezer, putting on shorts and a t-shirt, and hanging down in the basement to watch TV where it's naturally 5-10 degrees colder than it is upstairs.
Most of the units at our apartment complex (which actually does have quite nice airflow) never even opened their windows this spring. I started to hear a/c units rattling away by the time the temps were hitting the upper 60s.