The alarm went off as it should. I, however, utterly failed to rise or shine this morning. Instead, my body’s decided that the onset of stiflingly hot temperatures in my room is a good excuse to turn my insides, er, inside out, for lack of a more delicate way to put it.
Luckily my bathroom is a mere few steps away from my bed. Whee.
Hopefully I’ll be back to something resembling normal, albeit a weakly normal, tomorrow…
(In case you’re thinking, “But it hasn’t really been that hot yet,” my room has a magical talent for trapping and amplifying heat, and it’s non-trivial to generate a decent airflow through it. I may have to break down and buy an air conditioner after all. I remember what last summer was like only too well.)
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2 responses to “My body hates me…”
You know Duck, speaking as a former occupant of that very same room, It’s not to bad (although I thought about a ceiling fan more than once). Maybe it has something to do with all the computers in there now…..naaaaaahhhhh that can’t be it 🙂
coming from someone who now lives in a state were an air conditioner is mandatory…get one…don’t try and just suffer through the heat. It sucks. 🙂