IHTFP

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I haven't been feeling alive until well after sunset, this past week. During the day, it's painfully bright outside. Enough so that the apartment is well-lit with the blinds closed and the lights off. (I can read comfortably under those conditions until an hour or so before sunset, when it's necessary to open the blinds and/or turn on the lights.) Inside, the temperature is merely uncomfortable, in spite of the full efforts of the building's arthritic central air system. Outside, it's like stepping into an oven. I've already desert adapted as much as humans are capable of, and still the amount that I sweat leaves me constantly thirsty and craving salt.

This is sapping both my will and ability to do much of anything. That's kind've a problem since I have only two weeks left until I'll be living out of a suitcase.

Someday, I must find out what my folks liked about this place when they decided to move here. 'cause I'm not seeing it.