This during the hottest month in the history of Atlanta, with eight days already that have topped 100 degrees.

Also noteworthy:

Between 2000 and 2005, DHR and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reported 36 heat-related deaths in the metro Atlanta area.

What kind of property manager — or person, for that matter — would expect a tenant to inhabit a unit with broken A/C under those conditions? My landlord, that’s who.

Amber and I are very fortunate that we have friends who will put us up some nights and money to pay for hotel rooms on the nights when that doesn’t work out for some reason. I can’t imagine we’re the only tenants in the building whose A/C is out. If someone gets heat stroke and dies under those conditions, hotel bills and pro-rated deductions from rent will suddenly look inexpensive.

I feel tired all the time. This has been like a long, shitty business trip. Single serving soap, take-out food, borrowed towels and a new, strange bed most nights. There’s also the ever-present conundrum of not wanting to sound like a complainer but simultaneously having so much to complain about.

Did I mention my dad spent a few days this past week throwing up violently every hour because a gall stone had escaped and blocked his bile duct and he couldn’t digest food properly? He’s having them removed tomorrow morning, and because he has so much scar tissue on his chest from past surgeries, they may have to cut him open instead of doing it laparoscopicly. That’s big boy surgery compared to the procedure I had done a few months ago. And because I’ve been so caught up with finding a place to sleep every night, I haven’t even had the chance to visit him. So thanks for that landlord.

We’ve already got plans in motion to address this situation, but we can’t publicize them now. Thanks for the previous suggestions. I’m just venting, and really not fishing for “aww, poor fella” comments.

Sarawara and Audacity have been kind enough to put us up for a couple of nights each. They are awesome.