Electricity and lust won't break the door.
Did you know that fans do not actually make a room's temperature cooler? They are a mere extension of humanity's aspirations toward godhood in the form of our subconscious desires to all one day become wind-chill-predicting meteorologists. I am reminded of this as I sit in my room that has lost the function of its air conditioning. My attempt to recover from this broken piece of technology by employing an abundance of fans is having limited success as the heat radically, rapidly, rudely rises to my room which sits atop the building. I sit in this roaring wind tunnel unable to hear anything of the television or my personal radio which I normally call my computer. In fact, if I were to go out of my room and listen at my closed door from the hallway, I somehow would be able to hear everything clearly.
The one matter which has dominated this livejournal in the last three years has certainly been weather. Whether the discussion was an outlet for my childhood exuberance in the presence of snow or for my adult appreciation of walking not only through mere gentle mist but also through windy rainstorms, it seems living in a place where seasons exist has affected my livejournal at the very least. I have come to realize on this absolutely windless and cloudless blue day, however, that I have not given heat its proper panegyric. I have been accustomed to heat my entire life, so I have unfairly neglected it.
Wintry Cold, I apologize to you. I'm dearly sorry for all the silent curses I threw at you as your icy daggers pierced through my 4 layers of clothes. The one comfort I always had when it was cold was the ability to wrap myself in blankets next to my faithful, favorite stuffed animal. The only recourse I have against the heat is to leave the sanctity of my room for some other building that is not hot. Not even my stuffed doggy can save me!
The one matter which has dominated this livejournal in the last three years has certainly been weather. Whether the discussion was an outlet for my childhood exuberance in the presence of snow or for my adult appreciation of walking not only through mere gentle mist but also through windy rainstorms, it seems living in a place where seasons exist has affected my livejournal at the very least. I have come to realize on this absolutely windless and cloudless blue day, however, that I have not given heat its proper panegyric. I have been accustomed to heat my entire life, so I have unfairly neglected it.
Wintry Cold, I apologize to you. I'm dearly sorry for all the silent curses I threw at you as your icy daggers pierced through my 4 layers of clothes. The one comfort I always had when it was cold was the ability to wrap myself in blankets next to my faithful, favorite stuffed animal. The only recourse I have against the heat is to leave the sanctity of my room for some other building that is not hot. Not even my stuffed doggy can save me!