When did I become the Air Conditioning Wimp?

I am sweating like a crazy man. I can't think straight. I misplell words. I have to continually press my glasses firmly up the bridge of my nose because the river of sweat pouring over my thick damp eyebrows. The office is swealtering, stifling, and parching. My back sticks to the leather of my office chair when I lean back, and the odor of sweaty feet fills my nostrils. I stumble to the sink where I suck the water from the faucet, only to feel thirsty again. I stumble over the the thermostat to see what level of purgatory I have found myself trapped in... it reads "78."

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