If I add up the value of every single property I've ever installed thermostats in, it would be close to a quarter billion ($250 million) but the banks say I can't afford a house and should be happy with roommates who leave dirty dishes for literally 45 days and then act like they don't understand that maybe someone else in this house wants to use the kitchen. Like fuck me, you can prescribe prozac but prozac doesn't fix the food/housing insecurity that drives people to suicide.