Reason I Need To Move #333

If the devil decided to take up residence outside of the seven circles of hell, I'm sure his real estate broker would make an offer on my house.  

In fact, on one of my less lucid days I swear I saw the devil himself hanging outside of my bedroom window brandishing a glass of ice water. An attempt to lure me out of my home I'm sure. It's just like that devil to pull some crap like that. 

My mom, who doesn't understand the value or even the meaning of air conditioning (or paying for any luxury that she didn't grow up with for that matter) waves me off- telling me that it was probably a hallucination, as if hallucinations are common and not a cause for medical concern. 

I retreat back to my room, triple check all the windows to make sure that they're as open as they can get, strip down to my skivvies (I like that word, don't you? It's old-fashioned like "knickers"), lay out on the floor (it's cooler down there) in front of a fan whose only claim to fame was blowing around hot air and  giving the illusion of relief, and commenced to "think cool thoughts" (another of my mother's hot day admonitions). 

I wonder if eskimos ever feel heat?

Today June 20, 2008 was the first day of summer. 

Only 3 more months to go.