It cooled down pretty rapidly last night. We hit the high 70s in the daytime hours, though.
Lorne: Take care of yourself and ah, make sure fluffy is getting enough love. Gunn: Did he have anything? Fred: No. And who's fluffy? Are you fluffy? Gunn: He called me fluffy? Fred: He said make sure…wait. You don't think he was referring to anything of mine that's fluffy, do you? Because that would just be inappropriate.
'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
P.M. Marc - Jun 28, 2009 6:23:41 am PDT #14393 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Glamcookie - Jun 28, 2009 7:04:48 am PDT #14394 of 30000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Good luck with the move, Stephanie!
Jessica - Jun 28, 2009 8:00:26 am PDT #14395 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
NYC is perfect today. High 70's, just enough cloud cover, and a lovely breeze. Please to be keeping this weather for the next two months?
DavidS - Jun 28, 2009 8:28:43 am PDT #14396 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Ginger - Jun 28, 2009 8:56:49 am PDT #14397 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I am trying not to hate the people with weather in the 70s. I don't think we hit the 70 as a low.
Steph L. - Jun 28, 2009 9:14:06 am PDT #14398 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I don't think we hit the 70 as a low.
Man, this weekend was brutal, and I think I actually had heat exhaustion Friday night. We were at a meeting at a friend's house, and his central air had quit working earlier in the day, and instead of cancelling the meeting, we went ahead with it. We had the meeting in the basement, with a big box fan blowing on high, but it was just recirculating hot air. (The thermostat in the house never got below 85.)
I was dizzy and headachey and nauseous, even though I kept drinking water.
I should have just said I needed to go home, but I *hate* to be the person that ruins the festivities when everyone else is just fine. (The Boy was in charge of the meeting, so I couldn't have just bowed out and let the meeting continue. If I left, then *he* left, and if he left, the meeting had to end, and everyone else was having a good time.)
When we came home, I drank tons of gatorade, and went to bed.
So then Saturday I lifted weights at the gym, and on all the machines I used a lower weight than I normally do. When I got home, I had muscle fatigue like I've never had before -- practically muscle *failure* in my quads. Like, weakness, as if they couldn't hold me up, not just soreness or tiredness.
Drank more gatorade, loafed around, still didn't feel great.
Today, all my muscles hurt in the way they do when I *increase* the weights, not *decrease* them.
Fucking weather. And I'm a dummy for not insisting we cut the meeting short on Friday. I'm really intolerant of the heat, partly b/c of one of the meds I take. I should know better and enforce my boundaries better.
It's just fucking hard when my boundaries impact a roomful of people, not just one other person. (Like, if it had just been The Boy and me, and we were somewhere with no a/c, I would have definitely said I needed to go. But making The Boy leave on Friday would have meant everyone had to leave, and everyone else was having a good time and seemed disinclined to leave despite the stifling temperature.)
In conclusion, gatorade.
Hil R. - Jun 28, 2009 9:19:04 am PDT #14399 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Hope you feel better, Steph.
In situations like that, if you're feeling really bad and if the rest of the meeting isn't going to be ridiculously long, could you go wait in the car and run the air conditioner? I've seen my mom do that sometimes.
Vortex - Jun 28, 2009 9:20:57 am PDT #14400 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
hil, insent to your hotmail address
Steph L. - Jun 28, 2009 9:22:06 am PDT #14401 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
if the rest of the meeting isn't going to be ridiculously long, could you go wait in the car and run the air conditioner?
If I left, then everyone would have, mostly because they would have been concerned for me. Which is very kind of them. And exactly why I would have felt like I was the killjoy ending the meeting, and why was I the only one who apparently couldn't handle the heat? (I know the answer: different people react differently, + drugs, but I still feel like having a legitimate reason still makes me a killjoy.)
-t - Jun 28, 2009 9:25:09 am PDT #14402 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
That's a tough situation, Tep. In the future, maybe remember there are more alternatives than the two - staying in the heat and going home - like you lie down in another room with ice on your neck while everyone else continues the meeting, maybe. Not that you should be expected to think of everything when you are feeling bad, of course. And if you do just have to go home, even if it does impact a bunch of other people, it's not your fault.
In short, feel better.
DH just texted me from ABQ during his layover - it's cooler there than here. Freaky.