This past Saturday and Sunday, temperatures in Philadelphia were in the upper 90s. Today, the heat index rose above 100 degrees and is expected to do so again tomorrow. With my only source of relief being a crappy box fan in my bedroom, I find myself extreamly irritable and cursing this God-forsaken heat wave.
I go to bed sweating, sweat all night, wake up sweaty, then get out of the shower just to be covered in sweat again...it's a viscious cycle. To make matters worse, the air in my work has picked the perfect time to break. So yesterday and today I sat in a tiny room full of people and over-heated computers for hours in a pool of sweat. I should also mentioned that the windows in the room don't open. Basically its been like I'm a impovershed child working in a sweat shop in India, only instead of making anything, I call alumni and beg them for money.
It's now 11:30 at night and I'm sitting in my bed in my underwear drinking a warm soda with my little-fan-that-could on full blast, and a spray bottle next to me. And to think there's still some people who think global warming is a hoax. Maybe they should join me in my room on this sweltering spring night in North Philly so I can slap them in the face with my sweaty palms.
Help me Al Gore! Screw the damn polar bears, I need some a/c!
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