Currently 30°C (86°F) at 12:58am, Monday 23th, '06
I can't believe this heat. It's one thirty a.m. in the morning and I still feel overheated. My face is red and it feels like every pore in my body is wide open waiting for the sweat to start flowing.
I was going to write about movies. Actually I was going to write about movies, music, bright lights and something else equally as attractive...but this heat. I've been mulling this post over in my head for days, but I just can't stand to sit at this laptop with the keyboard adding yet more heat to my body.
You'd think the temperature would at least drop after midnight, but sheesh. If I stay here much longer my legs will swell up again and then I definitely won't be able to sleep.
I didn't get to sleep until four thirty last night. It wasn't wholly because of the heat, I was having a majorly bad reaction to rubber. Hannah reckons I was dead to the world from six am to lunch time; she testifies to having cleaned up her side of the bedroom without me having twitched an eyelid, but you know, I woke up in a sweat and that counts as the equivalent of waking up on the wrong side of the bed.
Today wasn't bad, though, as bad goes. I loafed around--wait, I do that routinely--hoping the temperature would go down. I dusted and vacuumed Josh's bedroom. I've slowly been working on his bomb of a room as his welcome home present, because yes, as many faults as he has, I do love the schmuck. I know he's a guy and all but I can't believe how thick the dust was on his side-lamp. My goodness. I had an asthma attack dusting his shelves.
My legs didn't bother me so much today, which was nice. They've really been driving me nutty lately because the veins running down behind my knees into my lower legs keep swelling up with the heat. My whole leg goes red and it feels like it's going to explode. The pain gets especially bad behind my knees, like the pain you get in your neck when you get a 5-grade migraine, and I can't stand up on them. The only thing that really helps is when I lay on the couch and swing my legs to rest over the back--seems to run the blood back out of them.
I should go try to get my temperature back down. Maybe sit in front of the kitchen air conditioner. Yes, sir. Tell me about your ice fishing. I'm jealous.
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