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Sep. 23rd, 2009 10:21 pmEvery once in a while, something (usually at work, sometimes a prospective lady friend) tempts me into thinking that maybe I could stay here a little longer, maybe a lot longer.
And then I have an evening like this, where it's LATE SEPTEMBER, I'm sitting around in a t-shirt and boxers, and sweat is *pouring* down me.
My car registered the temperature outside as 84*F when I got in it to go home at 6pm, and that was confirmed by a couple of banks. And it's HOTTER than that in my flat right now.
This is fucking unbelievable.
And then I have an evening like this, where it's LATE SEPTEMBER, I'm sitting around in a t-shirt and boxers, and sweat is *pouring* down me.
My car registered the temperature outside as 84*F when I got in it to go home at 6pm, and that was confirmed by a couple of banks. And it's HOTTER than that in my flat right now.
This is fucking unbelievable.
It's bracing over here
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Date: 2009-09-24 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-24 05:52 pm (UTC)And people who are tired of my "whining" don't have to read my posts.
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Date: 2009-09-24 05:59 pm (UTC)And I understand the frustration - we are still in the 100s this weekend. I think I'm just used to being Mother Nature's bitch at this point. But at 84 I frustrate Dave to no end because I want to open up the house because I'm so sick of the AC being on.
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Date: 2009-09-24 06:11 pm (UTC)And, my dear, you did move to *Arizona*. You're living in part of the Sonoran Desert that people have chose to build a city on.
And at 84 *there* I would open all the windows too. For there I would think that's pretty cool for AZ.