Tropical heat wave

I miss the cities. Bad. The one thing that bothered me the most about my cozy little Duluth apartment when I moved in was the lack of air conditioning. Having grown up without such a luxury, I was spoiled rotten during the two years that I lived in the cities...especially that second year when I not only lived with central air for the first time in my life, but I lived with a man who allowed, even encouraged, me to take full advantage of it. It ran non-stop, from the beginning of April until the time we moved out at the end of September. Rob doesn't still call me "55 degrees" for nothing.

Anyway, back to Duluth. I was assured several times, by several different people, that I was just being a baby about the whole situation. After all, I was moving to the coolest spot in the state...and not just any state. Minnesota! One of the coldest! Also, hello, cooler by the lake!

Cooler by the lake this. You can all eat me. It is HOT in Duluth this weekend and I'm not talking just a little bit hot. I had today off and I spent literally five hours napping on my living room floor naked with a fan oscillating no more than three inches from my sweaty body. If sleeping makes me sweat that profusely, I'm not even willing to try anything else. Reading might land me in the hospital with heat stroke.

I can't stop missing the shit out of my parents' house today. They also don't have AC, but I know from experience that my basement bedroom there is nothing if not cool and comfortable right now. In fact, I'm strongly considering driving up there for the weekend but boo hoo, I'm a baby and I've really been looking forward to my plan-free Duluth weekend. I'm going to take it like a man...meaning I'll tough it out, and bitch about it the entire time.