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Ugh, humidity
Jun. 26th, 2009 10:21 amThis week has been an exercise in why there are parts of Toronto summer I really dislike, and why I actually enjoy winter. Yes, I know, I'm Australian and we're supposed to worship summer. I am, however, not from Queensland or any of the other tropical parts of the Wide Brown Land, and humidity is not something I'm good at. Give me 40 degrees Celsius as dry heat and I'm fine, but 30 with humidity? Ugh, kill me.
The worst part is trying to sleep. The fan helps a bit, but not by a lot. That and trying to find something to wear that a) won't make me hot and b) still fits. Apparently I'm a size larger than last summer. And the strike means all the council-run pools are closed, the bastards.
My only Michael Jackson related comment is this - at least we know what it takes now to break the Internet.
The worst part is trying to sleep. The fan helps a bit, but not by a lot. That and trying to find something to wear that a) won't make me hot and b) still fits. Apparently I'm a size larger than last summer. And the strike means all the council-run pools are closed, the bastards.
My only Michael Jackson related comment is this - at least we know what it takes now to break the Internet.
