Ever since I got up at 8:30, I've been doing nothing but cleaning up the house. I always get really motivated to do housework when I have a ton of other stuff I should be doing instead. Housework can be enjoyable for me, as odd as that seems. It's so simple- it may take a while, but it's simple, and it needs to be done so I feel like I'm doing ( Read more... )

And I'm miserable. I have very low tolerance for heat. Cold is a different matter- I'll go out in the rain for hours on end without even a jacket, be freezing, and not care at all. With heat, though, I consider anything over seventy-five degrees torture. I don't like summer for this reason, and people can't even say to me "you should like ( Read more... )