heat wave

So, those of you who are living in the District know that it's been really, really hot lately. This really, really scares me to death. It's not yet June and it's already almost 100 degrees heat index. It's been June for 2 days and we're looking at temps in the high 80s. I'm going to die. I'm going to melt away and leave behind a pile of no-longer-viable organs.

I remember that fateful summer that I spent in DC as an intern for the National Association of People with AIDS. There was a week where the temps nearly reached record highs. I remember thinking, "well, this must be what hell feels like." That was 1999. Flash forward to 2006 and I still don't know how it is that I've survived so many summers in DC.

Yes, I'm a spoiled brat. I did, afterall, attend the University of Spoiled Children. But I never realized how truly lucky I was to live in beautifully perfect Southern Cali until the summer of '99. I'd give anything right now for a lovely 75 degree day with a gentle ocean breeze.

And you know, when the AC in your home is out of commission the very week the temps skyrocket, it makes you want to take the first available flight to Cali. That's right, peeps. No AC since Friday. Last Friday. So, bitch Liz came out today in order to convince building management that our AC had to be fixed no later than the end of today. Funny thing is that tomorrow will be 73 degrees...with rain.

Boo boo, I'm sorry that I've been impossible to live with the past week. Extreme heat and humidity just happen to bring out that side of me. I'll be nice, "normal" Liz now. I promise!