My night in three sound bites.
At bedtime (Midnight - 28 degrees - two fans)
Me: Without you I would lead a shallow, stupid life....well maybe not shallow and stupid.
PIC: ....so you'd lead....a life. nice.
The failed corny moment is currently being patented by me keep your hands OFF.
Next moment: (1:00am - wake up laughing - issue 3 squirts of watter from the handy spray bottle)
PIC: Are you ok? What was that noise?
Me: What? I was laughing...
PIC: Wow that sounded like chickens.
(3:45 am - complete temper tantrum involving a seizure like display of impotent rage at the heat - I get up to have a shower)
I climb into bed soaking wet and freezing cold due to multiple fan action.
PIC: For god's sake...are you ok?
Me: No it's fucking hot and I HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT! (insert flailing and kickin of legs in the definitive temper tantrum) WHIIIINNNNE.
PIC: I can't believe what a furnace you are. And did you know every time you have a temper tantrum it's like sleeping on a trampoline for me.(ed. I have one of these temper tantrums every time I have no control over the heat at night)
Me: Great. I hope it's a fun one.
PIC: Between the chickens and the trampoline I'm living the dream.
Today it's 5 degrees hotter. Luckily I plan on getting absolutely shitfaced in order to pass out in my own sweat.