Summer

Blue summer..
Outside sun is shining to its height
Children playing water games
Down the street dogs playing same

Blue summer, alone the most I have been
Afternoon sunsets are great
Yellow, orange and blue
But none greater without you
Blue summer...

and on and on the writer yaps about summer.

Yep. All looks great in the "blue summer" if you are sitting watching it all from inside an air-conditioned room. But life, I've learned, is not an air-conditioned room. The air conditioner is broken, both in life and in my apartment.

I hate summer! It is the worst of all seasons. I can't bear the heat. People argue that winter is the worst. I disagree. In winter, we can wear layers of clothing to keep ourselves warm. But how many layers can we shed off in summer? There is a limit to the number of nudist colonies we can have.

Because of the heat, I have no control over my temper. I keep snapping at everyone. I turn into this dehydrated monster that lashes out at anyone who isn't carrying at least a pint of ice cream for me. This is not a good side of me.

And not to forget, summer is the time when bugs of all shapes and sizes come out to make our lives miserable. Nasty little buggers buzzing everywhere. They are in my clothes, in my bed, they are flying into my ears. I hate them, I loathe them. I wish instant death upon them. Horrible, deplorable little critters. I keep squishing them and their relatives keep coming back to avenge them. They buzz in front of me and they taunt me. You just can't get rid of these bloody spawns of satan!

Everything's melting. Lipsticks, eye liners, chap sticks. Everything has to be placed in the refrigerator. Our refrigerator has contents consisting of every kind of cosmetic one can think of. There is hardly any space for food in there. So we eat everything we buy the same day.

Summer also ruins my appetite. I eat ice cream for breakfast, lunch and dinner. For dessert I have a gallon of water.

I'm taking three showers a day. At this rate, I fear I am gonna wash myself off the face of this earth.

It's so hot! I cant go out during the day. So I'm sitting at home, melting away in front of the computer or the TV. I cant keep the windows and the door closed because it gets stuffy. And when they are open, heat from all openings from all corners of the apartment pours in, with me sitting in the middle absorbing it all, my blood pressure rising constantly. With each passing minute, I look more and more like a giant tomato. I am going to explode one of these days, leaving a black mark on the carpet in my shape as the only proof that I ever existed on this planet. Summer's going to kill me.

And that, dear diary, is not where it ends. It's only the beginning of May. The worst is yet to come.

I fear I have no other choice. I can't bear to spend another month like this. I have made up my mind. First thing tomorrow, I shall start looking into accomodations in a colder climate. Maybe move to the east coast... or Alaska..