Hot Hot Hot

I’m sorry, I just have to bitch for a second.

It is abominably hot here in Chicago. I’m fortunate enough to have a window unit for my bedroom so I can actually get some sleep, but when I open the door to leave (take a shower, get a beer, etc.), it’s just ridiculous.

It’s like walking into a wall of ick. There’s this steamy, sweaty, disgustingness that just envelopes you and makes you either want to a) go back to bed or b) kill someone.

It’s similar to that feeling you get when entering a sauna, but without any of the refreshingness (though fortunately also without any of the fees). It’s not anywhere near as bad as DC, but it still bites.

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