Brief Respite From Melting
I bleeding love thunderstorms, I do! We had an awesome one today, at about 7am. Incredibly loud, but it shattered the humidity, so it was worth it waking me up so rudely.
I can't type when I'm uncomfortable. And I'm most uncomfortable when I'm hot. Seriously, even more so than when I'm sick. I've been known to be so ill I can't actually sit up, yet I've still had my laptop purring beside me, lying on my side, head awkwardly propped up on a pillow, fingers mashing clumsily at the keys. But being hot? Forget it, I just can't do it. And I'm usually hot anyway, I had glandular fever when I was younger and it permenantly screwed up my body, so I really feel the heat. I flop around, moan, wonder from room to room in search of that elusive draft, stick my head under the tap at random intervals and generally bitch out anybody who dares to look at me funny. It's not fun.
Of course, I should be taking this temporary relief from the heatwave to bash out more fic, but instead I've been playing around on the Net, poking through dreaminoflorien's reccing extravaganza for hpficmasterlist, and musing in a long-winded manner over whether such a thing would be possible in the Digimon fandom over at digimonauthors.
I'm also frothing at the mouth over the prospect of seeing the new Pirates Of The Caribbean tomorrow. Squeeeee! Just promise me that you'll all stop me from signing up for Jack/Will/Elizabeth over at ot3_100 the second I get home. I already have sooo much to do, it's due to get hot again tomorrow, and I have no self-control. I can't be trusted to stop myself!
I can't type when I'm uncomfortable. And I'm most uncomfortable when I'm hot. Seriously, even more so than when I'm sick. I've been known to be so ill I can't actually sit up, yet I've still had my laptop purring beside me, lying on my side, head awkwardly propped up on a pillow, fingers mashing clumsily at the keys. But being hot? Forget it, I just can't do it. And I'm usually hot anyway, I had glandular fever when I was younger and it permenantly screwed up my body, so I really feel the heat. I flop around, moan, wonder from room to room in search of that elusive draft, stick my head under the tap at random intervals and generally bitch out anybody who dares to look at me funny. It's not fun.
Of course, I should be taking this temporary relief from the heatwave to bash out more fic, but instead I've been playing around on the Net, poking through dreaminoflorien's reccing extravaganza for hpficmasterlist, and musing in a long-winded manner over whether such a thing would be possible in the Digimon fandom over at digimonauthors.
I'm also frothing at the mouth over the prospect of seeing the new Pirates Of The Caribbean tomorrow. Squeeeee! Just promise me that you'll all stop me from signing up for Jack/Will/Elizabeth over at ot3_100 the second I get home. I already have sooo much to do, it's due to get hot again tomorrow, and I have no self-control. I can't be trusted to stop myself!