I came home from a trip on Monday, got into apartment. Damn it was hot inside. It was like summer time with 100 degrees outside. I was sweating immediately. If I did not have friends over, I would leave fridge door open and dance naked inside… j/k

I left all windows and doors open over night. Tuesday night when I got home, it still felt like 85 inside. What’s wrong with the apartment, I thought. First I got a broken dishwasher, now it’s hot like an oven here. I doubled checked the heater; it’s off. Great…

I got hungry. So I decided to cook one of those frozen udon that my mom gave me. She said just pop in the oven for 10 or 15 minutes then it would be cooked. Last time it took 30 minutes. So I left it outside to defrost first. God.. even the drawers were hot inside… How would I be able to live here throughout the summer, I said to myself.

I turned on the oven to pre-heat. But it was damn hot inside, as if it was already…

Wait a sec…

There ain’t no light indicator for the oven. And the last time I cooked udon was two weeks ago… The stove surface felt hot.. so was the inside of the oven..

That means….

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I just lived in an oven for over a week!!! my electricity bill… T_T”