How many it's too hot posts have you seen today? Probably a lot. This is another one but I'm not sorry. I hate the heat. Like really hate the heat and the sun. I'm naturally ginger and fair, I don't tan I go lobster and the rate at which I get heat exhaustion is ridiculous. Give me autumn, give me crisp cold days and rain and grey skies or blue skies but with a bitter wind please. I hate the heat, you can't escape its cloying fingers as they wrap around you. At least with the cold you can warm up. At least with the cold it's socially acceptable to put all the clothes on, to sit next to a radiator and to be pink cheeked and watery eyed. The heat just makes you hot and sweaty and despite what the simpsons would have me believe sitting in front of the open fridge is not acceptable. Nor apparently is walking around with less clothes on, especially if you are ample chested and even more especially if you are fat. (God forbid you be fat, happy with your body and want to be cool.) I think what's worse though is the heat is stifling my creativity and my cognitive abilities. There is writing I want to get on with and I can't concentrate, I can barely keep my head up and my eyes open. Working too is so much harder and the thought of getting on the tram tomorrow, especially now we're in 'freedom' territory is making a lump the size of a basketball rise up on my throat. Aside from a cold shower it's inescapable. There's no relief. From the discomfort, the anxiety, the headache (that no matter how much water I drink does not leave because it is NOT dehydration). Reading is about the one thing I can manage. So I'm going to bury my head in a book about Russian Serial Killers and hope the rain and thunder come soon. The spooky month of October cannot come soon enough!! #toohot #writing #vampire #ihatethesun #daywalkinggingerkid #goddamnitsunfuckoffandleave #bringbacktherain #whereisthethunder #discombobulated https://www.instagram.com/p/CRgmx6wI-ZF/?utm_medium=tumblr