Monday, 26 June 2006
It's not the heat, it's the ... No, it's the heat. Really.
That is what the termometer on my patio said yesterday. Keep in mind that
it was in direct sunlight. But STILL! I live in Northern California, not
the face of hell Arizona. The temperature in my pool is a staggering 88°! It's practically a hot tub. And it's not heated in any way (other than the sun shining on it, of course). This afternoon, the temperature in my boyfriend's house (without an AC) was 101°. IT'S TOO HOT!
It's 2:30 in the AM, I'm not tired, and I am seriously considering drinking a glass of iced tea. I think I will get to sleep some time around ... Thrusday.
In addition to the heat around here, it also seems to be spider season. I have killed upwards of ten spiders in my house THIS WEEK. Yes, there are screens on our windows. No, there is no real reason they should all want to be in here like thousands of tasty flies to eat. Unless they're just in here to cool off. In which case, I can't really hold it against them but they definitely picked the wrong house to venture into.
And then there is this, because that's just how I roll. I'm a list-making mother fucker. Kind of an update on the to-do list.
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I have a binder just like that, broken up into categories and shit. It's also very heavy and full.
130 degrees? I'd kill myself.
Posted by: pam | Monday, 26 June 2006
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