This plea for sympathy has been brought to you by the letters FUUUUUUUU--
It is hot. Oh my god it is so fucking hot. Yesterday a candy bar melted in my room. It wasn't in the light from a window, it wasn't in my pocket next to my hot hot thighs, no, it was just HANGING OUT in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT and it FRICKING MELTED that is how hot it is in my house. No, the A/C isn't broken; just imagine how hot it is outside.
Boomer is in complete Liquid Mode (we will need to reconsititute him later,) my mother is sleeping in the living room with three fans and I am hiding there, also, because when I try to stay upstairs I start sweating just sitting still and I just do not need my skin to start sticking to my office chair, ok, that's gross. Traf is lying down right in front of a fan. I don't know where my father and brother are. It's possible they have evaporated. I will miss them.
ALSO I am tired and not doing well with keeping on task (the current task being finishing the Young!Pike+Wee!Jim fic, wherein Jimmeh is so cute I want to poke him with something sharp to make him scream) because all day, while I was trying to sleep, the dogs were barking and my mother was sanding the front door. So, thanks for that.
Also it's hot. Hot makes people stupid and lazy. Which explains every stereotype about the South.
(fun story: my history professor last semester, who is a Yankee, tried to explain why the 60s race riots happened in the summer and we all just stared at him with incredulity. "People? Doing things? In the summer? Pull the other one, dickhead!")
And people wonder why I think summer tourists are the stupidest creatures on earth.
Boomer is in complete Liquid Mode (we will need to reconsititute him later,) my mother is sleeping in the living room with three fans and I am hiding there, also, because when I try to stay upstairs I start sweating just sitting still and I just do not need my skin to start sticking to my office chair, ok, that's gross. Traf is lying down right in front of a fan. I don't know where my father and brother are. It's possible they have evaporated. I will miss them.
ALSO I am tired and not doing well with keeping on task (the current task being finishing the Young!Pike+Wee!Jim fic, wherein Jimmeh is so cute I want to poke him with something sharp to make him scream) because all day, while I was trying to sleep, the dogs were barking and my mother was sanding the front door. So, thanks for that.
Also it's hot. Hot makes people stupid and lazy. Which explains every stereotype about the South.
(fun story: my history professor last semester, who is a Yankee, tried to explain why the 60s race riots happened in the summer and we all just stared at him with incredulity. "People? Doing things? In the summer? Pull the other one, dickhead!")
And people wonder why I think summer tourists are the stupidest creatures on earth.