On onw of the hotttest days so far this summer, I come home ro a blazing, steamy hot ass apartment. I looked, and the key word here is 'looked'. I looked forwatd to jumoping in the shower, washing the sweat from the 8 minute walk from work off. The, with only my towel wrapped around me, and still half way dried off, turn on my fan, turn on tv, turn on dvd, and last episode 8 of the final season of lost. But nooooooo, 15 minutes into the show, the tv flickered off, and then back on in less than a second. Oh shit, this isn't a good sign. I marked it off as a power surge cause its hot, but into the 9 episode, the tv flick again..off, and STAYED THAT FUCKIN' WAY!!! WHAT THE FLYING FUCK is going on? I wasn't going downstairs to talk to the owner of the house about this shit, not my responsibility, nope its not. My house mate, she did. The son came upstairs, looked at the breaker box, and told us, he has to get the tools will be out of power for an hour. But he did come b...