Holy crap, it's hot.
Seriously, I hate the heat. I grew up in Florida, so you'd think I would be used to it. It gets really hot there and it's seriously humid. But then I moved to the Central Coast area of California where it's mostly perfect weather all year around. And I got used to that.
Now, in San Jose, it's 11:43pm and it's 90.6 degrees in my bedroom. We get a little break downstairs where it's currently only reading 90.5. How chill.
I'm sweaty. I've been sweaty all day. I went through two pairs of shorts and three t-shirts before I gave up on that and just started walking around in my underwear. Of course, everything I sit on is now sweaty.
Obviously, I don't have AC. Normally, that is not necessary in this area, but WTF? Al Gore said shit was getting hotter... maybe I should have paid more attention. I do have this sweet fan into my attic. You'd think, hey just turn that on and suck the hot air out. Well, there are two problems with that. First, the air outside is not any cooler. Second, the fan blows down. Yes, that's right, the fan blows hot air from the attic into the house. Who's moron idea was that? I'd go up there to fix it, but can you imagine what the temperature is in the attic? Fuck that.
We went to Target and Costco and walked around just because they have AC. That got old. We went to the movies but they were sold out. I guess everyone had that idea sooner than we did. Right now, I'm seriously considering a motel.
Even our overeating cats (who are supposed to be on a diet) are too lazy to walk their fat asses to the food bowl. At least that's a bonus.
I could go on, but I need to stand up before my ass sweat permanently soaks into this chair.
Now, in San Jose, it's 11:43pm and it's 90.6 degrees in my bedroom. We get a little break downstairs where it's currently only reading 90.5. How chill.
I'm sweaty. I've been sweaty all day. I went through two pairs of shorts and three t-shirts before I gave up on that and just started walking around in my underwear. Of course, everything I sit on is now sweaty.
Obviously, I don't have AC. Normally, that is not necessary in this area, but WTF? Al Gore said shit was getting hotter... maybe I should have paid more attention. I do have this sweet fan into my attic. You'd think, hey just turn that on and suck the hot air out. Well, there are two problems with that. First, the air outside is not any cooler. Second, the fan blows down. Yes, that's right, the fan blows hot air from the attic into the house. Who's moron idea was that? I'd go up there to fix it, but can you imagine what the temperature is in the attic? Fuck that.
We went to Target and Costco and walked around just because they have AC. That got old. We went to the movies but they were sold out. I guess everyone had that idea sooner than we did. Right now, I'm seriously considering a motel.
Even our overeating cats (who are supposed to be on a diet) are too lazy to walk their fat asses to the food bowl. At least that's a bonus.
I could go on, but I need to stand up before my ass sweat permanently soaks into this chair.
