Dying of hot
Yesterday morning I handed the manf $20 and told him to buy me something windy. He came home after a multiple-hour search to deliver the tragic news that Portland had sold out of every wind-maker. We were relegated to fanning each other with a number my little brother got me in Japan. It didn't help.
Sleeping is miserable because it only cools down to about 80 degrees. I've taken to spraying myself with a hose and dousing myself in a cold shower before bed, but it just evaporates and makes me even stickier than I was before.
To top it all off, our freezer isn't working. All of our lovely ice cream and popsicles turn to goo within hours.
I'm seriously considering sleeping at work/in the river/at a movie theater/inside a walk-in freezer tonight.