Oh. My. God. It is so hot.

Last winter, when I was living in Jersey City (you pay for your own heat in Jersey) and I used the heat as little as possible because it was electric and thus very expensive. Brent accused me of living like a Dostoyevskian prostitute.

Now, I live in Astoria, land of great power failures and no A/C. It is 117 in my apartment right now. I am sitting on my bed, in my underwear, in between 3 fans and I am still sweating. The sensible question is “Why don’t you go elsewhere?” Well there’s only so much time one can waste at B&N and other air conditioned locations when all your friends are rushing home to their air conditioned apartments. I get restless. And I am somewhat of a homebody and enjoy being in my own space.

Tomorrow is supposed to be worse. I don’t know if I can do it.

I am really paranoid about dehydration too. This heat is scary.

On the plus side, my apartment is like a sauna so my skin looks absolutely lovely.