Hot Child in the City

This will forever be remembered as the summer I sweat my ass off.

From the air going out at Matt's, to White Dog Hill, to Quartz Mountain, to Woody's air going out in his truck...to Chicago. 

It is so damn hot, all of the time. 

My apartment doesn't have central air, but luckily I brought a badass window unit with me from Oklahoma, so it stays pretty cool in my room. I'm not really looking forward to our electricity bill, but oh well. At least I have an icy oasis. 

I sweat buckets and buckets just walking down the street here, plus I get lost all the damn time, so I sweat even more. 

I promise I'm really not as pissy as I sound. I'm still happy! Just hot. 

So freaking hot. All the time.

My hair gets really wavy when I sweat. I've never noticed that before.

I had my interview today at the wine and cheese place. I have a "working interview" with them tomorrow from 1-4. They want to see how well I use a knife and how I work under pressure. I don't mean to toot my own horn here, but I'm pretty sure I've got this one in the bag. 

We'll see.

I was wanting to go do something random and Chicago-like this evening, but all of my regular "dates" and whatnots are busy and it's so damn hot outside...so I'm gonna drink a beer, eat a Toblerone, and find a tacky movie on Netflix.

Sorry for the random blog post. I promise to be more cohesive...when my life is more cohesive...which will probably never happen...so...

My Toblerone melted.

Summer of Sweat.