(79) Cool the Heat

GOOD GOD I'm so cold!!
I just got back from the Ashbary again with Kara and Lindsay, and even though its raining, thundering, and lightning outside, its warmer outside than it is in this basement. That makes absolutely no sense, and it makes me so angry because there's nothing I can do be comfortable. EVER!!
My mom is just like me when it comes to the temperature I require to function as a human being, but Jim flips out if I or my mum go anywhere near the thermostat (not that I would touch it now anyway, but when I was sitting down here fighting death this past winter.... everyone would rather see me dead than pay money). The other night I was wearing my life-saving fleece hoodie while wrapped in a blanket in my bed, and I was still cold.

Do I have anemia, or something? That's gotta be it, because the slightest breeze or any temperature under 50 degrees sends chills down my spine and I go into panic mode. I must've fallen under the ice of a frozen lake and died in my past life. I get cold far too easily, and I panic too quickly.

To throw some salt on my ridiculous wounds, I really hate it when it's hot. The humid, sticky air of summer drives me insane and if I'm out in the sun for more than 15 minutes, I get sun burned. Even driving in my car without wearing sunscreen gets me burned. Everything about summer is gross.

This is why I need to start migrating as the seasons change. When I was in California in the middle of summer, I didn't have any problems with the heat. It was dry heat!
Hell, I was even in Vegas when the temperature was 106 degrees and it was fine to me!

I have come to the most terrifying conclusion of my life.
I am allergic to cold breezes and humidity.

Therefore, my life is over.

But I'm gonna go to Chicago with Abe, Louis, Matt, and whoever else tomorrow before I die of this awful disease. Kbye.