You know when you're organizing your apartment and you're running around so much you end up creating all this heat (like 90+ degrees). You've got the fan going, but it's still so damn muggy in there you take off your shirt because you live alone and you're allowed to walk around in your bra and pj pants in lieu of sweating to death.
Deciding it's high time you put those vacuum-sealed storage bags to use, you pull the comforter, sheets, moving blankets and rope out of the hallway closet. You're scantily clad, sitting on the floor, and you pause, glance at the vacuum, the blankets, the rope and think this could be a really bad scene, should you suddenly have a heart attack or brain aneurysm.
Perhaps you should leave a note explaining "It's not what it looks like -- I was simply making space and it got hot."
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