Hot weather

It's really, really hot. It's probably 90 degrees. No, there's not much breeze. I think I understand why that guy in Camus's "L'Etranger" killed someone, when it gets this hot, you can't blame someone for making wrong judgments.

Today I woke up at 11am because it was so hot that I lied to myself that lying in bed might be more worthy than getting up. I couldn't stand it at last and got up. I took a shower and right after started sweating again. I opened my windows super high and turned the fan all the way up. I did feel a little cooler. I turned on the computer, managed to concentrate for a few minutes and applied to a job. I tried to read a little, but failed and went back to sleep again.

What a dreadful day.