JUNE DATE / TEMP
If you follow me at all then you know a couple things with a bullet:
- I’m cutting back on the F word big time
- I like ham sandwiches but hesitant about how much pork I eat
- I am the world’s biggest pussy when it comes to warm temperatures
I would rather it be 10 degrees right now with a howling wind chill.
I’d rather it rain 3 weeks straight without a ray of sunshine.
I’ll take a foot of snow and daily flurry 100 out of 100 times before I go out into another 60%+ of humidity when it’s 90 plus.
I need to get this off my chest.
I absolutely hate the heat with an ironic power of about 10,000 hot suns.
It’s the worst and I’m starting to get claustrophobic from heat avoidance.
Just earlier today on lunch break I went to hit a couple golf balls because that’s what I like to do on lunch breaks and I almost fuckin died. And I’m cutting back on the F word guys but if I almost die in the heat then it’s almost fucking dying if that makes sense.
I don’t have a pool.
I don’t have a cold tub.
There’s no lake house or oasis in my horizons.
It’s just downright hot and awful and uncomfortable and I wanted to say that I don’t remember it ever being this hot and humid. I’m trying and the best I got are these old baseball tournaments as a kid where my mom made me where ice packs in-between innings because she was nervous her sweet angel baby would die of heat exhaustion while catching both legs of a double header.
25 years later and thats the closest thing I can remember to this unbearable, unnavigable heatwave.
And not to pile on, but I got a mole problem out back that’s going to kill me if this heat doesn’t first. Which is a different blog and a different problem but the same general essence that I’m hitting a breaking point and if I don’t express myself appropriately then I’ll face some emotional consequences later. And we definitely don’t want that so let me just say it for the last time.
It’s 75 thousand degrees outside and that’s absolute fucking bullshit.