Ick.

Aug 03, 2006 20:30

Have I mentioned lately how much I hate the heat? No? Well. I hate it.

I also think I'm coming down with a cold. Wonderful.

Work has been slow, thankfully. It means that I have an escape from the heat and a time to gather myself together for the rough evening ahead. Rough because I'm cranky due to no A/C in this God-forsaken apartment.

Basically, the heat means that I can't do anything I really want to do. Too hot to play tennis. Too hot to cook a decent meal. Too hot to get a good night's sleep. Too hot to cross-stitch. Too hot to move. Instead I sit here, playing computer or watching TV, in an extremely foul mood because of how hot and humid it is. Times like this make me angry at just about anything that moves or breathes. Ben's a saint for putting up with me these past couple of days.

And the darn rain didn't do a blooming thing to cool it down.
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