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Yup. It's really hot out. Not so bad now that I'm in a tank top and cotton shorts, but sweet Jebus...being at work in a wool skirt, polo shirt and knee socks wasn't fun. Even better...the room I'm in at work has a thermostat. Guess how hot it was!! Go on now!!
Mm-hmm. Eighty-five.
...With all three windows open and the ceiling fan on, mind you.
But there is good news...by the time that nine o'clock rolled around...the room had reached a frigid eighty-one degrees. I almost needed to turn the heater on in the car when I got outside. Almost. Even if the AC did feel like a heater when I first turned it on.
Then after work I had to go get milk and eggs for my mom. *Note to self: Hannafords and Market Basket both close at nine.* I ended up at the Mr. Mikes by the post office. I felt more than a little sketched out walking in there, not so much because it's a gas station convenience store, because as for as those go, Mr. Mikes is near the top of the Not-So-Sketchy List. What made me feel sketchy was wearing my uniform and heels there.
Aaaaaand...it's bed time. Goodnight.
Mm-hmm. Eighty-five.
...With all three windows open and the ceiling fan on, mind you.
But there is good news...by the time that nine o'clock rolled around...the room had reached a frigid eighty-one degrees. I almost needed to turn the heater on in the car when I got outside. Almost. Even if the AC did feel like a heater when I first turned it on.
Then after work I had to go get milk and eggs for my mom. *Note to self: Hannafords and Market Basket both close at nine.* I ended up at the Mr. Mikes by the post office. I felt more than a little sketched out walking in there, not so much because it's a gas station convenience store, because as for as those go, Mr. Mikes is near the top of the Not-So-Sketchy List. What made me feel sketchy was wearing my uniform and heels there.
Aaaaaand...it's bed time. Goodnight.