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Tuesday, May 30, 2006 

Hellish

Normally my work is an air-conditioned refuge from the summer; ten minutes ago, the vents in the room I work in start spitting out hot air.

We had received an email earlier today that the AC in the building wasn't on and would be fixed tomorrow, but it had been cool, nay frosty, all day. Now it is rapidly becoming untenable in here.

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