It is so friggin' hot. The same crap happened every year in Seattle as well - its all cold and clammy for months on end (try like 9) - completely uncomfortable, my hands and feet continuously icy and cold and then - BOOM - its a 100 degrees. I have never been able to fully ajust to that switch in weather. I'm like, WTF?! Where did that effing hot ass wind come from? Arizona? California? I am not ready for it. I have no way to get to the beach, I'm broke, and well, it just seems not to be the time to celebrate with drinks on boats. And now after being on the verge of have full blown insomnia, I think I have been offically kicked over the edge of ever getting any normal sleep. Plus I was drinking wine and now I can't even take NyQuil. It doesn't help that I live above a bunch of ghetto Moncton morons that just hang around downstairs all day smoking cigarettes, lighting fire crackers, and swearing at passersby. I mean, people did warn me about Dominion St, but I thought really, c'mon, how bad could it be ... this is Moncton - so there are a handful of creepy streets. Big Deal. What level of ghetto-ness could actally exist here? Ha! If only I had known ...This is when San Diego pops into my mind, as it does every year when the weather goes from unbearably clammy and cold to unbearably hot and humid. Either extreme I can never get anything done (althought weirdly I do like the tropics). Anyway, San Diego is the only place where it is PERPETUALLY 85 degrees. I exagerate of course ... but its close to that. And every year for the past 15 years, I have contemplated a move there, then I think "earthquake" - upon which I view myself dying in the "big one." I then let the thought go for another year, pour a glass of wine, stare at the wall and wonder if its just me ....
