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Ughhhhhhh.
Eighty-degree weather is for, like, June, okay. It is April, and I am already sticking to things. Pls to be getting with the program, outdoors! *flop*
Thank goodness I have a fan, and I only have to step on my desk to get it down from the top of the wardrobe. Which is an unusual home for a fan, yes - from up there, I can point it toward my bed, which is lofted, because I need need need a fan on me when I'm sleeping. Plus I like the white noise; silence drives me totally batshit when I'm trying to fall asleep, it makes it sound like I'm rolling in tissue paper or something every time I turn over.
I'm not supposed to be posting, I'm supposed to be writing papers, but I needed to gripe. Now I can refill my water bottle and get back to Saramaccan with a light and unburdened soul. \o/
Thank goodness I have a fan, and I only have to step on my desk to get it down from the top of the wardrobe. Which is an unusual home for a fan, yes - from up there, I can point it toward my bed, which is lofted, because I need need need a fan on me when I'm sleeping. Plus I like the white noise; silence drives me totally batshit when I'm trying to fall asleep, it makes it sound like I'm rolling in tissue paper or something every time I turn over.
I'm not supposed to be posting, I'm supposed to be writing papers, but I needed to gripe. Now I can refill my water bottle and get back to Saramaccan with a light and unburdened soul. \o/