Diary of a Pickle Eater.
San Francisco, You Cold, Miserable (Lovely) Beast.
I’ll admit it. I miss San Francisco weather. I MISS foggy summers and 50 degree days. You don’t even know how well you’ve got it over there, no sir.
In Baltimore, it’s 89 with a real feel of 106. Tomorrow the high is 100, Friday (just in time for Anders’ birthday!) the high is 103, and Accuweather is warning me of impending heat-related doom with miniature red thermometers scattered all over the forecast. There is a risk of weather-related migranes. Um, what? Huh? What IS that? All I know is that I am Dorothy and this is NOT Kansas.
Maybe it’s all of the Sherlock I’ve been watching, but lately I’ve been dreaming of wintertime (fuck, even Fall) when I’ll be able to wear jackets with scarves and lots and lots of socks. I’ll even be able to wear normal shoes again.
I’ve never lived in a place where the heat was so miserable that I didn’t like to wear clothing. Baltimore is that place. I’m pretty sure that my chocolate milk almost went bad during my 1/2 mile walk home from the grocery store yesterday. I’m going to have to start bringing insulated bags to the grocery store with me.
I would also like to point out that if my apartment had central air, most of this bitching would be unnecessary. But it doesn’t. That in itself is a horrible crime.
FU, Internet.
The age of information, coupled with my crippling procrastination, are scheming to destroy me.
Every day I’m inundated with new ideas, projects, items, tasks, to-do lists, etc, all of which serve to remind me of how very much I’m not doing. Then, I feel this sense of total freedom when I realize that I could be using my valuable couch-sitting time to do SO MANY wonderful AMAZING things! Maybe this summer I will finally begin to can things! I want tomatoes in the winter! (PS-the East Coast sucks). I need to prepare for that bachelorette party! Craft craft, you little bitch! Get rid of your miscellaneous crap! Look for apartments! Go to the Farmer’s Market! Exercise!
…and then mere seconds later I’m crippled by all of the possible decisions I could be making and I just end up musing vilely upon my inherent laziness. While I sit on the couch for a few more hours. Probably refreshing facebook and wondering why I’m not getting any alerts. (Whoever invented facebook’s alert system was either just trying to be helpful, or they studied a fuckton of reinforcement schedules and knew JUST HOW to make our rodent brains crave the reward of a tiny little red “1”).
I think today I’m going to shut off my laptop and get some reading done. Right after I finish this godforsaken resume.
I want to kill this apartment.
The single cabinet is screwed into drywall using only four screws. It’s starting to pull out from the wall. I tried to screw it back in, but the drywall the screws have been inserted into is falling apart. I’m really worried that this cabinet is going to come crashing down with my dishes inside. This is really adding to my anxiety because I’m not sure what, exactly, I’m supposed to do about it. Yes, I can call my landlord and you can bet your ass I will, but what will THEY do about it? It’s a shitty cabinet screwed into a shitty wall. You can’t “fix” drywall. The only thing I can think they might try would be to get some new screws or something, and that is not going to fix the shoddy construction of the kitchen. In the meantime, I’m trying to unpack my stuff and I literally have NO place to put it. Annoyed doesn’t even begin to describe this. I’m going to take a picture of this goddamned cabinet so if it DOES fall down I have evidence of its horrible crappyness.
