My whole room feels as thought it just went swimming. My bed is damp, my computer has a moist sheen to it, and i am sticking to my clothes. At first i thought i forgot to close our window last night, but in fact the culprit is our HVAC unit. It draws in air from outside the window, and doesn’t appear to filter it especially much, which means it’s just as soggy in here as it is out there. It figures; the one night Viktor manages to go to sleep without turning the air conditioning off is the most humid night of the month. Of course, i blame him for just about everything that goes wrong in this room, and rightly so. The boy just lacks common sense (so much more than i do). For example, last night we were chatting about our new apartments, and he mentioned that his electricity was already on. I asked him if it was included in the price of his rent and he seemed to think it wasn’t. He proceeded to reason that since it was already on, he wouldn’t have to tell the electric company it was in his name, and could live off of someone else’s payments for months. I tried in vain to point out the flaws in this plan, such as unexpectedly losing electricity or being billed for months he did not live there, but was not entirely surprised when Viktor just said “ah, yes” and then promptly ignored me. Later last night he returned from dropping a few things off at his apartment, and informed me that halfway through his visit the electricity went out. It was too ironic for me to even laugh.