I turned the thermostat up.
Too hot.
I turned the thermostat down.
Too cold.
I kept turning it back and forth, back and forth, looking for the spot. Somewhere on that dial was the temperature that was just right. Cool enough not to sweat, warm enough not to shiver. I knew it was there, so I sat, glaring, as I fiddled with the dial, back and forth, back and forth, too hot, too cold.
Eventually, I gave up, and told my roommate I was over it.
When they told me they'd broken the dial, I was very hot at them.
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