So. There’s a cute guy (isn’t there always?) that I kinda met a few weeks ago. I met a lot of people at the time and didn’t really think anything of him at first. Another girl mentioned that she thought he was cute. Like I said, I didn’t think anything of him at first. I gave her the “are you for real look?” Fast forward about two weeks and I saw him outside of the normal setting. I was working and ran into him. And lo and behold, he looked hella good. I found myself wondering what the hell happened?? Did he eat cute Wheaties before leaving that day? I left work puzzled.

Well, I saw him the next day. Guess what happened? He wasn’t cute anymore! We were back in our regular setting and the Wheaties seemed to wear off. At least, that’s what I thought til I was working late a few days later. He showed up again, looking like he had a decent sized helping of the Cutie Wheaties before he came through. So, there I was, confused as hell, with no idea what was going on in the world. Now I’m thinking it’s the clothes or the fact that I’m seeing him outside of our regular setting. I mean, what else could it be?

I even consulted Toni and my BFF about it, showed them a picture and everything. They both declared him cute, with my BFF giving the stamp of approval almost immediately. Unfortunately, what she didn’t do was decide FOR ME. I needed her to tell me how I felt about the situation, so that I might rest a little easier. Instead, she sends me back into my life to decide for myself and what do you know… He’s started eating those damn Wheaties on a semi-regular basis. BASTARD! Last Wednesday, it was like he had two bowls of the stuff.

Now I’m all alone in this decision until I can get my BFF more information so that she’ll decide for me (I think she will if I beg, she is my BFF after all). What I did last week was keep a tally of cute days to noncute days. The count ended up being 3-2, in favor of cute. Two days were tossed out - one because I didn’t see him, and the other because I didn’t get a good enough look at him. I have to go out of my way sometimes to see him.

And, no, I don’t see anything wrong with taking a slightly scientific approach to this. Don’t judge me.

I don’t have anything to write about. I’m so tired every day. So, I’ve decided to talk about something I realized the other day. The fact that I’m the youngest old lady ever. Seriously. I’m young. But I’m old.

I don’t go out. I wake up super early. I bring my lunch to work. I come home in the evening, change into pajamas, watch a show or two. Then I go to bed. That’s it. I’m usually asleep before 10PM, if I can manage it. The only thing that’s missing is a cat. Or something else old ladies have or do. Like crocheting or knitting or something. RIDICULOUS! How do I change this?

I DON’T HAVE TIME.

I don’t know what you were expecting for this post. Maybe something profound or fun(ny). A happy story, perhaps. But you’re not gonna get it. Not today. I am too busy suffering from heat-induced irritation. Here is where I say that despite my years in sticky, swampy, hot Gainesville and my desire to return to Florida for my Real Life, I do not like intense heat. Temperatures over 85 degrees irritate the hell out of me, as it states on this very blog. If you’ve bothered to look, you’d notice that over the last three years, things have moved between categories and been added or deleted, but that one single thing has remained the same. I do not do extreme heat.

Our AC hasn’t worked since I’ve been home. Now I’ve handled this with, what I believe to be, a minimum amount of fuss over the past month. Not anymore.

It was over 100 degrees on Monday. I sat in my house sweating until I went out for the day with The Boys. Upon returning to the house, I commenced sweating again. Even stripped down to a rolled up tank top and tiny shorts, I could not escape the oppressive heat of the house. At this point, it can’t even be considered a house anymore. Nope. I am living in an oven. An oven that has been set to bake me at about 350 degrees.

I wonder how long it’ll take me to cook.