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my room = death. I am seriously contemplating sleeping in the living room, because it is cooler there.

how do people deal with places where it is warm and humid like this all the time? how?

edit:// I slept in the living room and was woken up by a thunderstorm at 3:30 AM. IT WAS AWESOME. and sadly, there's no sarcasm there, heh.

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pause.

i have a fan now. it is rather too large -- smaller than the one I left at home, but also a good 20 years newer and therefore much more powerful, which I didn't account for when choosing a fan size. my room is consequently pretty much a wind tunnel, but since it is a wind tunnel that is not 90 degrees, I can deal.

to do tonight: laundry. clean, because my room has gotten to the point where it's eating homework and 4-packs of Red Bull. tomorrow: rehang all main areas in plot. while useful, I find it odd and a little depressing that Dan's working the days I'm not and doing my job, since he is to be my replacement. odd and sad, because a. he's my favorite person to work with, and b. it reminds me how not-far things are looming. anyway. then Friday is advising shit, and lunch with Bree. so yes.

also need to find summer shoes that don't make me bleed.

sad that my life is best described by to-do lists. frankly things are... not great, right now. i'm tired all the time irregardless of sleep, and walking a fine line emotionally even when my mood is good.

i need human contact, and time with friends spent sober. time spent while I can spend it, because in a month everything's different again. i need things to stop this pattern of settling, changing, settling, changing.