sweaty
I'm back in Portland and sweating my nuts off. I'm sitting here in just my underwear and a t-shirt with the fan on high pointing directly at me and I'm still perspiring at a rapid rate. I don't even know what I'm going to do tomorrow to escape the heat. Evan is working and I am not, even though I am TRYING to pick something up. I would seriously rather be at work making $$$$ in the a/c than here in this apartment-turned-sauna watching the same dvd's for the 1000th time. WE NEED CABLE here so badly. I can't believe it has been MORE THAN A YEAR and we still don't have it. I resolve to change that within two weeks even though it involves moving a giant bookcase that is bolted to the wall (the cable jack is behind it; the girl whose lease we took over didn't have cable either and she put the bookcase up and let us keep it). I need my crap tv... I'm missing all kinds of Golden Girls and Just Shoot Me reruns.
My poor baby Ziggy is panting, it's so hot. LOOK!
I feel so bad for him, it makes me worry. We gave him a cool bath and put a wet cloth over him already, and put ice cubes in his water. He liked all of these things but it only helps for so long, then he goes back to panting. boo.
My poor baby Ziggy is panting, it's so hot. LOOK!
I feel so bad for him, it makes me worry. We gave him a cool bath and put a wet cloth over him already, and put ice cubes in his water. He liked all of these things but it only helps for so long, then he goes back to panting. boo.