My room after landlady cut down the shady trees to spite the monkeys. Photo by Mark C. Veitch
I swear to God, it can’t be this hot. The worst is that my neck gets sweaty and I feel like a big melty meat popsicle. Aaaaah, it’s soooo hot. And that’s the best sentence I can think of. It’s hot at night too, and during the day, and it’s hot everywhere. It’s just hot all the time and I wake up in a
cold hot sweat. I took a shower and I’m still hot. You don’t even notice until you’re in A/C for a while, then you step back into the heat and it’s positively moist and nasty, so humid you can feel the resistance when you walk. It makes me so sleepy, I just sleep on the floor under the fan. I think Colombo should just be evacuated this time of year cause it’s all shit. All shit I tell you. Don’t come here for another month, just stay away. Nevermind the terrorism, it’s hot like fire.
That’s all. I’m fucking hot. I’m going to try to lose consciousness for as long as possible.