Been up all night writing so it means I’ll be asleep when everyone is up. I thrive in the night, I’ve been doing so since college. But the extreme heat we’re having lately have been inducing my head to shots of pain. If I’m awake at night my day will be torture lying in bed tossing and turning trying to sleep. The sheets sticks to you and you will later realize that it has wrapped you in a stifling bunch.
A friend once asked me if I knew how hot it was in hell, I gave her a quizzical look and replied that I had no idea since I’ve never been there and I have no plans of visiting. She laughed, I didn’t. Although I’ve read that it was as hot as boiling brimstone and sulphur, so if anyone knows of its boiling point then perhaps that can help my friend with her query.
It sure feels like hell outside at noon. It’s unbearable to just walk without an umbrella since you can’t see much due to the overwhelming brightness of the surroundings. Dark glasses (or shades to some) not only is fashionable but a must have trudging about. I on the other hand, have it two folds … Dark glasses and umbrella. I can’t stand the smell of sunscreen – and I only slap it on if I’m a few feet away from a body of water – and it becomes icky when left out whilst you sweat so I take advantage of other things I can use to repel the glaring heat.
This commentary is senseless; it presents neither a thesis or analysis, just a blunt observation of the obvious.
Gawd, is this what happens when you’re having heat stroke? Thank Heaven’s for the rain.