Gasp. Last night was suffocating. So hot. No wind. Just deadstill air and burning heat. I had to let my fan run all night just to survive. It makes noise. But it makes wind too. You have to weigh up the pros and the cons and then try not to go insane because it's just so freaking hot.

And of course it got worse as the sun rose. Apparently there's a heatwave all over Europe these days. The only thing good about that is that the girls are wearing summer clothes and the national news keep showing topless people at the beaches.
sex baby sex
I'm probably going to get a cold. I have the fan running constantly right next to me. Eternal draft.

I'm tempted to start wearing T-shirts all day long and ignore the fact that I'd be baring my wrists. Maybe I would cope better with the heat if I WASN'T WEARING A DAMN JACKET ALL THE TIME. Grumble. I wish I could just let go. Of so many things. I'm 24. It's my own business if I tried to kill myself once. Damnit.
drama queen
I'm delirious in the heat.
my throat is dry
I'm going to stop starting paragraphs with "I'm".

Really, I am.

At work I had to lift tables down from the balcony. Who in their bloody right mind would drag tables up there? Bizarre. And I was in my jacket in the heat sweating and carrying them down narrow stairs.

"It's not fair that they make us do stuff in this heat" Karen and Sonja figured. In their t-shirts.
boody itches
It's not all bad though. As I was raking the grounds and sweating some old ladies complimented me. "It always looks so nice here". Aw thanks. Could you give me some ice cream though? I didn't say that of course. I just mumbled "thank you" and kept raking and staring into the soil. I'm surprised plants can even grow here. It felt like I was raking the Sahara desert. Heatwise.

As I was walking home from work I was stopped by an elderly foreigner. He had a most santa-like beard and was wearing too many clothes in the heat. Respect. Anyway, he asked me for directions to Bazar Vest and I gave them to him. Being the nice chap that I am. He had a nice ethnic accent not unlike Babu Bhatt from Seinfeld. You know you're educated when your knowledge of foreign cultures comes from Seinfeld, don't you? But the point was that I got to speak a little English. I should really do that more. My accent is not unlike a little schoolboy's. That's the problem when you don't talk. I should really talk. One day I'm going to start going around screaming at every body just to be heard. They won't be able to shut me up.

Some day maybe.

Until then I'll just keep quiet.

And the rest of the day I suffered quietly in the heat. Pre-heat actually. Pre-thunder heat. A couple of hours ago suddenly the skies opened and I got myself a brief thunderstorm. Thunderbolts and lightning. Hard rain. Still hot. But it's easily ignored when you go out in the rain. I didn't bother to put any shoes on. Just splish-sploshed in the puddles with only socks on. Nice.

I also stood under the big tree for a while. In comics lightning always strikes people who take shelter under trees. So I thought I'd test that. But I didn't get hit. Disappointing. Still, it was nice while it lasted. Now the rain is gone and the air is hanging still again. It's hard to breathe. But at least I got my manufactored breeze from the fan.
air fill
What's that Wyclef Jean song? I'll be gone till semptember. Or december. Or something. I wouldn't mind being gone till december. But I guess I'll just quietly suffer until then instead. And by quietly suffer I mean complain about it here.

Oh and I changed my quiz a tiny little bit. Plug plug. No one got a perfect score so no free promotion. I think I made it too hard. But it's a little easier now. Just a little. And also it doesn't contain any references to californian oranges so you really have no excuse for not taking it.

I'm tired. And hot. And my neck is sore. And I don't like the look of those angry teenagers. I'm going to bed with my fan. Rowrr.

np: radiohead - street spirit (000613)