We are having a “heat wave” in Seattle. What this means is that the temperatures are in the high eighties and low nineties. This would not be such a gigantic problem except for the fact that nowhere in Seattle has air conditioning, least of all my apartment.
Also: I hate the heat. I fucking hate it. It renders me useless. Yes, I know, I lived in Arizona for 21 years, shouldn’t I be used to this? No. Fuck no. I hated the heat in Arizona. That is why I left Arizona. I hatehateHATE bright, sunny, warm days. They make me fucking miserable. I like gray and windy and rainy. THAT IS MY HAPPY PLACE.
There are just so many damn expectations on a sunny, warm today. I feel obligated to have soooo much fun and be soooo happy and wander around all chipper like “What a gorgeous day!” Because THAT’S WHAT EVERYONE ELSE IS DOING. And it is SO ANNOYING. I want to strangle all the people running around like like, “Oooooh, I hope this heat wave lasts forever, it puts me in such a good mood!” You know what puts me in a good mood? BUCKETS OF RAIN AND GRAY SKIES. I lovelovelove it when I look out my window and it’s raining sideways and the sky is just a canvas of gray. I am so happy and relaxed on those days.
I am a DELICATE CREATURE. I thrive within a VERY LIMITED TEMPERATURE RANGE. We have MOVED OUTSIDE OF THAT RANGE and I am WILTING. I am grumpy and mean and unproductive and resentful. I hate everyone and everything. Everything that everyone does is wrong and annoying. I cannot be around people right now. Not in this awful, miserable weather.
And it is supposed to be EVEN HOTTER TOMORROW.
Fucking kill me now.
