>Feelin’ hot, hot, hot.
>This heat. Is. Insane. It drains you both physically and mentally, leaving you feeling like this.
Or even this.
Fiiiine. I’ll stop with the lolcat pics.
I spent most of my time in the hole-iest of PJ’s and coolest of cottons. We’ve devised ways to try and beat the heat. The rest of the family chug on thambili, and because I’m not too big on thambili, I walk around with a bottle of iced water attached to my hip. Yesterday was ice cream day (topped with cornflakes, Nuttino and bananas) and today we unearthed a box of flavoured teas and made iced tea. Tomorrow is watermelon day. So, you get the drift. (I honestly think that WEBM’s method is nothing short of pure genius. A bath tub in your backyard. How cool is that?)
The deceptively dark clouds yesterday only led to a depressing drizzle and I’m all for performing a rain dance at this point.
I like birthdays – when it’s not my own. I love basking in the warmth of family and friends and the aura of luuuurve the birthday brings. But the constant attention the day heralds, brings out the supremely awkward side of me. Being in the spotlight results in spewing out random nonsense (most of which I regret saying approximately 1.2 seconds later), forgetting vital words in sentences and laughing like a loon. Do you feel slightly uncomfortable on your birthday? Or is it just me?
Sigh. It’s so hot.