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verbicideI hate hot weather. I like sunshine and nice days, but hot nights make me vaguely ill. Tomorrow is supposed to be nearly 90° !! *sob*
The windows are open. The fan is on. I'm not wearing wool or anything. It's only 70° but my skin feels uncomfortable.
I so shouldn't have a diet pepsi right now. Having a diet pepsi right now will exacerbate my insomniac tendencies. And even though I can easily get by on 5 hours of sleep, I'm tired out from a weekend of fun. I should pour this glassful of caffeinated goodness down the sink, but I can't. I'm hot. And antsy. But also tired. I'm like a preschooler that needs to be forcibly set down for the night.
Why do I always crave diet pepsi between midnight and 3am? Is it worse when I don't have any and lust for it all night? Or is it worse when I have some? Well, I had some in my garage storage, so I snuck down there in my pjs. Of course it was warm, so I poured it in a glass with ice. But for some reason my ice always tastes funny. So this is a less than joyous situation.
What I really want is a diet pepsi slurpee.
Hobbes is really hot, too. I've brushed a whole nother cat out of him as he is violently shedding his winter coat. We both share the same lethargic, irritable expression.
And my sunburn hurts. *whine*
I need to start swimming. Between the hot weather and Devin leaving for Russia, I know my trips to Greenlake will diminish. I think I will haul out my suit and go to the Ballard Pool on Tuesday. I need to just bite the bullet and go. I'm always antsy the first time in a new place, but I really miss swimming, and have missed it all winter.
Ok. Enough blather and such.
The windows are open. The fan is on. I'm not wearing wool or anything. It's only 70° but my skin feels uncomfortable.
I so shouldn't have a diet pepsi right now. Having a diet pepsi right now will exacerbate my insomniac tendencies. And even though I can easily get by on 5 hours of sleep, I'm tired out from a weekend of fun. I should pour this glassful of caffeinated goodness down the sink, but I can't. I'm hot. And antsy. But also tired. I'm like a preschooler that needs to be forcibly set down for the night.
Why do I always crave diet pepsi between midnight and 3am? Is it worse when I don't have any and lust for it all night? Or is it worse when I have some? Well, I had some in my garage storage, so I snuck down there in my pjs. Of course it was warm, so I poured it in a glass with ice. But for some reason my ice always tastes funny. So this is a less than joyous situation.
What I really want is a diet pepsi slurpee.
Hobbes is really hot, too. I've brushed a whole nother cat out of him as he is violently shedding his winter coat. We both share the same lethargic, irritable expression.
And my sunburn hurts. *whine*
I need to start swimming. Between the hot weather and Devin leaving for Russia, I know my trips to Greenlake will diminish. I think I will haul out my suit and go to the Ballard Pool on Tuesday. I need to just bite the bullet and go. I'm always antsy the first time in a new place, but I really miss swimming, and have missed it all winter.
Ok. Enough blather and such.
