Oh, Hell
I went out at noon to run some errands and it already was in the high 90's. I figured I'd stop at the car wash since I already was out, and by the time I was done drying my car, I was drenched in sweat. Even my khaki shorts were damp, that's how bad it was.
It's been 100 or more degrees all week.
I hate it.
I think my brain is damaged from it.
It makes me antisocial.
I had an appointment to get my hair cut at noon but I cancelled it because I couldn't bear the thought of having hair trimmings down my back on the drive home.
MoveOn.org sent me e-mail about having a bake sale. Are they fucking kidding?
I saw Bush's picture in the paper and I became even angrier than usual, just imagining that reptile longing to be in Crawford, cutting brush in this horrible weather.
I actually had to buy a different brand of deodorant/anti-perspirant today. I'd blown through the old brand, and I can't take sweaty pits.
I'm so glad I don't have a girlfriend right now. The thought of trying to have physical contact, even hugging, in this weather makes me want to puke.
My house is air conditioned, but the idea that it's probably costing me a couple of bucks an hour makes me angry, which just makes me hot.
I'd go swimming, but the sun is so relentlessly bright, I'd get melanoma regardless of what sunscreen I wore.
When I answer the phone, the handset starts getting too hot and makes my ear sweat.
Plus, I'm peeing every 10 minutes because I'm hydrating so much to keep from dying.
Fuck moving to Canada for political reasons--I'm ready to move there just to cool off.
How's your weather?
