I didn't know that it was possible to be bad at air conditioning, but it is, and I am. After enduring last week's heat wave (daily highs of at least 35) I finally paid a nice young man to come to my apartment and spend several hot and sweaty hours installing an air conditioner unit, after which I promptly did not use it. Ok, I did turn it on a few times, but only after my shower when I wanted to get dressed before work, only for about half an hour each time, and set to 29C. It's not quite as hot today as it was last week, but it's still about 34 in my apartment and I'm sitting here with the fan on and the window open going "Eh, it's fine."

At least I don't need to worry about my electricity bill spiking.