Bleeding Fiction

It's pretty cool outside right now. Some pleasant temperature. Inside, it's quite a bit warmer. My house must have very thick insulation, much thicker than I'm used to, because it basically turns into an oven during the summer. When it gets too hot, I can't do anything. I can't read, I can't write, I can't watch tv, I can't think. After two sweaty and somewhat sleepless nights, I put my air conditioner in my window. It's cooler in here already.