Omigod, it's 5:30 PM and 91 degrees in Chicago, and my big computer rig is in the part of the apartmenty the furthest away from my air conditioner. I'd move the air conditioner but I think the combination of that sucker's power draw and the big rig would blow a major fuse. Fark.

Guess there's nothing to do but slack, sweat and go on an ice cream run, huh? :D