Internet died...again.

The internet died this weekend, again. Bright and early on Saturday, but not too early. Just early enough to take most of my Saturday away but late enough that it wasn't in time to call for support. I can only imagine their Saturday hours are from 9:00am to, what feels like, 9:03. I swear, one person comes in, checks just to make sure nothing is on fire and then leaves. Who cares if the internet is working or not. It's the customer's fault, really. If they wanted great, reliable internet service, they should've chosen another provider. The fact that it is now Wednesday and the internet is still down. When I start pining for the days of dial-up because at least shit worked, you should kill yourself with your own intestines internet company owners.

With no internet, I figured I should go outside. Big mistake. Never go outside when you're in Utah. People will say that there's plenty to see. All I saw were boring buildings that you can see anywhere. So I headed to the bank and back, a round trip of a little over an hour. It was tough. I was out of shape, hot, light-headed and a bit of nausea. I didn't realize how bad it was till I got back home.

First of all  it was 115 degrees outside. I had no idea because, like I said, my internet was down and my landlord felt like a thermometer is beneath him. He's in this to make money, not to ensure his tenants can survive, that's our responsibility. My shirt was completely soaked. I looked like I had just jumped in the pool, which sounded great. The only reason I even found out of the temperature was because my friend told me also along with the fact that I almost suffered heatstroke. It's nice to know that when the people of Utah aren't trying to fuck me over, the environment is.