Days like these remind me of the exact reasons for why I feel summer is the worst time of the year. Of course, I suppose I should specify what qualities any given summer day as being a day like this one. Well, for starters, it’s one-hundred fucking degrees outside, which would be (barely) bearable if it was not for the increased humidity of living near the mountains. I know the mountains, no matter where you may reside, tend to be drier on average than non-mountainous regions. However, the San Gabriel Mountains are hate puppies and happiness and decided to not only be hotter than the rest of the Los Angeles basin, but also far more humid. It’s ridiculous.
Second, I have a runny nose. I must point out that this is far from being a rare circumstance of my day, even on non-summer days, as my sinuses are permanently clogged. However, on summer days the clogged nature of said sinuses becomes far more apparent than usual, thanks to the increased temperature of my environment. The sun heats the sinuses, thus allowing them to run freely (like mustangs, except with a lack of appreciation).
Third, I have yard work I am expected to complete by Friday, which is totally not going to happen, as you might have guessed from the very existence of this blog post during sunlight hours. Yeah, seeing as it’s been so incredibly hot today (it did break one-hundred degrees, but right now things are cooling down… to one-hundred straight) and my sinuses have been yelling at me for the past few hours, I’ve only been able to accomplish so much. Specifically, I was able to rake up enough leaves to fill one garbage bag. In order to give you an accurate example of how little work this is, last week, on my least productive day, I was able to fill five bags with leaves and dirt and I was able to remove twelve strips of sod. It’s almost as if I have done nothing today.
Of course, I can’t even make myself feel better through food (no ice cream, or anything cold for that manner, since we just got a fridge). I would resort to reading, and, incidentally, that’s actually what I have been doing. However, right now I’m on Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, which happens to be the worst Harry Potter novel. I mean, I found this one difficult to finish when I was a kid, but holy crap, nothing happens in this whole fucking book. I really want to skip it, but now that I’ve read all seven books, half the fun of rereading them is piecing together the references to the other works in the series. So, skipping is out of the question.
Anyway, I have my MacBook all set up at a friend’s house, seeing as I can’t use it here since we do not possess a monitor. So, I’m being forced to use my aunt’s crappy Dell laptop, and I’m not just calling it crappy out of Apple loyalty or anything, especially since I’m really not one for arguing that one brand is truly better than the other. No, I call this computer crappy because, well, it really is a genuine piece of crap. It’s slow as hell, it can barely multi-task, and it has a hard-drive of only 100GB. Crap.
Alright, that’s enough ranting for today. God, I hate summer.
