17.1.08

Back to the Third World

When it is 45 degrees outside and 85% humidity, one's breath yields a cloud. As I watched a film in the living room yesterday, my breath was quite visible.

What the hell.

I have my doubts as to the humidity being that high, which would mean the temperature was actually lower. Most of the house is a pretty steady 50 degrees. Such temperatures would be unpleasant even in the summertime.

I brought a space heater into the bathroom this morning, feebly attempting to convert a freezer into something slightly more bearable...I was in mid-stroke, brushing my teeth when suddenly I experienced deja-vu. I paused for a moment, trying to figure it out. Then it came to me; Argentina...cinder block house...no insulation...no heat...broken bathroom window...freezing winter...trickling shower...moldy bathroom...cock roaches...oh, and space heater in the bathroom.

Save me from this freezing, third world hell.

2 comments:

Meeeegan said...

oh winter! Thy cold freezes my soul. yet thy cocoa warms my lonely hands. where do you live nowadays?

teandra said...

what the hell is a question not a statement.
hahaha i love jacking you right now.

p.s. let us hunt bisons on the mountain tops. or moosens.