That sums up this week. Bleah. Yesterday I was all about the freezing cold showers; today I'm tired of showers and trying out the fan-with-wet-washcloth setup. It's hot and my apt won't cool off at night. This has produced the embarrassing result that I willingly went on campus and did work today. And was caught at it, too! Also while wearing no makeup and almost no clothes and with my pushed-back sunglasses making a Bride of Frankenstein hair mess. I don't know which part is worse. Hi, dashing and employed fellow graduates! Go show all your cool friends the sights over there, thank you.
And it's not so much sleeping in the heat, or the full moon that seems to blare on in through every rip and crack of the curtains, or even, god help me, the damn neighbors deciding it would be a good idea to play the radio so loud one morning at 5 that people from other apartment buildings up the street joined me to pound on their door; no, it's that I have this problem again ---- the labyrinthitis. Naturally, I toss and turn in my sleep a lot when I'm not. Grr. Is this crap going to just get more and more frequent until I have to be shut up in some bizarre variation on Howard Hughes's reclusiveness? (just as long as I get to be shut up in a gorgeous mansion with film stars, ok? And my own planes carved from cottage cheese.)
I'm melting. My couch is a sauna; even my books appear to be dripping down my hands like wax candles. There's nothing to do in here that isn't horrible punishment, and outside ---- let's see, do I go to the non-airconditioned movie theater or to the non-airconditioned shopping plaza? I think they'd notice if I permanently moved in to my ice cream place and just climbed into one of the buckets.
That's all I've got. Even the cats are listless. And Dissertation Buddy isn't available to hang out until 8 tonight. Doesn't anybody have some interesting and fun links or stories or exciting emails or ice cubes they can send me?