It Feels Like Summer Already!

Well, it is Mid-April here in the world, and in Cincinnati, Ohio, that means the flowers are SO out. All over. They have actually been out for some time, but this is technically their peak, I think. And the trees have little tiny leaves on them. The grass is really green. The insects are out in obnoxiously full force. And my bedroom has become ungodly hot.

That's right. Every year without fail, from mid-April until sometime in October, my room becomes the hottest room in the whole damned house. I don't know why this is, so I just attribute it to the Gypsy Curse.

It was only 77F outside today. It was really lovely, in fact. But it is nearly 90F in my room. My fan is on and my windows are open and still the air stagnates and gets ever hotter as the day progresses. In fact, I believe the hottest point in my room is around 8 or 9pm, so it will get even hotter as the sun sets.

This explains my really short and mildly retarded way of writing today. I just ran cold water over my wrists and face because I was overheating dramatically. My head was actually pounding, I assume because my brain was swelling and cooking inside the easy bake oven that is my skull. That part feels better for the moment, but all of the water just evaporated moments ago, and I can feel my head getting hurty again.

In years gone by, I usually have just moved to the guest room on the second floor all summer, as it seems to be about 30 degrees cooler than my own room for some reason. And yeah, we have air conditioning here. So I have no idea why my room of all rooms feels like it is built right on an open mouth to Hell. I mean, again, other than that damn Gypsy Curse.

Stupid gypsies.

Anyway, I am far too busy sweltering and complaining and experiencing brain damage to be able to really do much of anything else. I have heard that Jeremy may be updating tonight or tomorrow with a reader submission, maybe, and an article from xv (gasp!) and also the official writer submission guidelines. Hurrah! Also, I have located Mia Tyler's Yahoo Instant Messenger ID (which is extraordinarily easy to do, I just needed to look at her site. And I don't remember why I was ever even there BUT I WAS). So I requested that she accept me as a friend and add me to her list and let me add her to mine. I promised her I was not a scary person and was just seeing how approachable she is. So far no response.

I might care more if I weren't so concerned with my own well-being. My headache is back. So I shall wrap this up and take a bath in icewater for a few hours.