I’ve hit the point that I really hate September. We’re playing this fun game of it being hotter than July yet again. It can get up to 115F in my van, which a tiny fan doesn’t do much about outside of moving hot air around. We’re at least supposed to go down by 15F tomorrow, so just one more day of trying not to die.
It certainly doesn’t help that my ex always chooses September to return to my life and that my dad’s move into a new facility hit significant roadblocks in the form of an insect infestation in his old place, leading them to ban him from bringing any clothes (they bought him a fresh set for yesterday, but that’s a Band-Aid).
I’ve hit the point that I really hate September. We’re playing this fun game of it being hotter than July yet again. It can get up to 115F in my van, which a tiny fan doesn’t do much about outside of moving hot air around. We’re at least supposed to go down by 15F tomorrow, so just one more day of trying not to die.
It certainly doesn’t help that my ex always chooses September to return to my life and that my dad’s move into a new facility hit significant roadblocks in the form of an insect infestation in his old place, leading them to ban him from bringing any clothes (they bought him a fresh set for yesterday, but that’s a Band-Aid).