This is Day Two of spring. Why is it 30 degrees outside? I'm so sick of winter I basically want to step outside every morning and vomit.
I’m trying several techniques to hasten the warm weather. None of these has worked, by the way.
Sandal-wearing
In the optimistic delusion that winter would take pity on my toes, I dug a pair of whiteish-looking, coldish-feeling sandals out of the back of my closet one morning. The weather did not turn warm. Actually, it rained. The very icy, stinging kind.
Naked-sleeping
Imagining that the night was just too hot and sticky for pajamas, I went without. Subject abandoned the experiment at approximately 2:23 a.m. prompted by the obsessive thought that there was someone in the house. Not in the robbing/plundering/havok-wreaking/oh-crap-what’s-the-number-for-9-1-1 sense, just in the I-don’t-want-strangers-to-see-me-naked sense.
Iced-tea-with-lemon-drinking
Several hours and several emptied glasses later, I found myself riding a mighty caffeine rush and urinating fiendishly.
Now I’m just resolved to waiting it out, but by no means patiently.
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