Real Life: Heatwave!

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Goddamn it is sweltering. To add to the discomfort, there's been notice LA has had its first flex alert of the season. It's obvious where all the juice is heading. For those lucky enough to have aircon and electric fans... I hate you.

Summertime in LA has always been a blessing and a curse. On one hand the endless sunshine means I no longer suffer from the ever present chills that accompany such persons with circulation problems. But it also means the threat of sunstroke, skin rashes, eczema outbreaks, hopelessly congested sinuses, and worse of all -- baring my shameful pasty, scarred legs to the world.

While I mull over the inescapable unfairness of the season in my room late at night, water continues its mutinous strike from servicing my body and draws into my clothes, bedding, and even my socks.

A nice lady today tried to help at the local coffee shop by letting me gulp down a large cup of iced coffee greedily, before she added 'a smidgen more'. She grabbed the pitcher, stared at my swollen face, and cried out, 'brain freeze!'. I lurched away with three shots of espresso over ice and more watered down coffee.

Condensation dripped down my fingers as I strolled back to work, spotting the front of my jeans. My supervisor thought it was a slushy by the time a pool had formed beside my computer monitor; he ventured the drink was a particularly nasty one, probably made with ginseng and coke. I was too hopped up on caffeine to bother denying it, and dissolved into giggles upon explaining my major cockup of the day that set us back the weekend. He was horrified, but just as the thought formed in his mind to start flipping out, he crumpled. 'It's so fucking hot.'

Saved by the heatwave.