It was actually nice. Except the scorching heat and its consequences: I’m sleep-deprived, my feet are so swollen my slippers barely fit, my cat won’t enter my room because I need to keep the fan on and she hates the fan.
But apparently I’m supposed to spend the New Year’s Eve somewhere even hotter, that easily hits 40°C. I’m not doing it even if Hell freezes. (Because then I’m going to Hell.) I already told my folks that.
It was actually nice. Except the scorching heat and its consequences: I’m sleep-deprived, my feet are so swollen my slippers barely fit, my cat won’t enter my room because I need to keep the fan on and she hates the fan.
But apparently I’m supposed to spend the New Year’s Eve somewhere even hotter, that easily hits 40°C. I’m not doing it even if Hell freezes. (Because then I’m going to Hell.) I already told my folks that.