Today, I was tested by the forces that be.
For is it not written, "Lo, let the pony-tailed one feel the heat of our mighty exhaled breaths that he might get all sweaty and never feel clean.
And it was so.
And the pony-tailed one did swelter, and did feel most un-clean, and it did make his apartment a very uncomfortable place to dwell.
And the Great Deceiver did appear before the pony-tailed on and did say, 'yea, do I show unto thee the great Air Conditioner. Touch of it's dial, and yee will be cool as cucumbers.'
And the pony-tailed one did reject the Great Deceiver, for he doth knew that Air Coniditoners contain manifold curses toward Mother Earth.
'Are yee so certain?' Asked the deceiver, a second time. 'Twas nearly 100º today, and you are doth sweaty and tired from your job...'
And so did the ponytailed one give in and turn on his Air Conditioner."

Basically, it got too hot to think, so I switched on the A.C. I guess I can't be the next Al Gore now.