Like a Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

I felt like a cat on a hot tin roof last night.  I was not literally jumping around as if my feet were burning, but mentally I was.  I was tossing and turning all night.  When you move inland to a place with very few windows during a heat wave...it's kind of like baking for a bake sale in the middle of summer.  Except I am the cookie and my apartment is the oven.  I had my measly little fan going full blast and couldn't stop picturing it exploding and setting the place on fire.  I ended up giving in and leaving my slider cracked all night.  Don't worry.  There is a hefty steel bar that only leaves it open about 3 inches and goes no further.  I needed some kind of cross breeze.  Well, there still wasn't a breeze, but it did help.  I wanted to sleep in the freezer, but I won't fit and that's not safe. Then I thought about the refrigerator, but surely there is not enough oxygen. Then I had a brilliant idea and decided to leave the fridge and freezer open and it coated everything with a thin layer of deliciously cool, white, powdery snow.  Then I could sleep.  Oh that was a dream.  Darn it all!  I love my apartment, I do, yes...I do.  That is why I have been spending all weekend in the beach area with my family.  My brothers questioned why I moved out and all my speeches about being independent and getting too old to live with my mom went out the window.  My brain had been fried like an egg...okay not that bad, but I didn't even protest.  Because at that moment when the question was asked, I really didn't know.  I was living in the beach area, spending 200 bucks less and not broke off my rear end when living at home, and I didn't have to borrow a vacuum.  I guess I love my apartment because I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.  Well, almost...okay not really but still! It's mine! 
**Side note** My mother had 300 cone shaped filters that she could not put to use because her coffee maker doesn't use cone shaped.  So they have been sitting there in the storage closet all wrapped up and waiting for guess who?  ME!  When she mentioned this I almost cried...no really tears welled up in my eyes.  300 pots of coffee until I would need to buy filters.  I can't describe my elation.  Yes, sad but true.  Living on my own and paying for everything (well, except for the gas money that my grandma and mom have let me borrow! Thanks gals!) has made me appreciate the small things, even paper filters.