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led astray

January 2013

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led astray

i f*n hate new england

Why the hell did I move to this place that's still making me cold in late May? This place that gets sun 1 out of 10 days? This place where people on the train think it's ok to push me out of the way because they don't know me from Adam? Oh, right. Love. *sigh* And there's no chance of us moving farther south because of his MS (the heat make it worse) and no chance of us moving farther north because I won't be colder than I am now. Every year I go through the same 'what the fuck am I doing here when I could be in Florida' seven-month slump. Then, when it finally gets warm enough for me to be comfortable, I feel guilty for being comfortable because my Love is miserable. And in the house, his comfort wins because he is legitimately sick, whereas I am just uncomfortable and can deal. And we don't go out most days because I am too cold, and the rest because he is too hot. I don't blame this on him, nor he on me. No one is at fault. Nature just likes to have her jokes. Not that I subscribe to any particular religion, but a song lyric keeps comming to mind. "I think that God has a sick sense of humor, and when I die I expect to find him laughing."

HEY! All you techie people...get to work on those temperature regulation suits!

I know. I'm whining. I have a lot to be thankful for. I have a wonderful relationship otherwise, a beautiful apartment, food on the table, people who care about me, and a good chunk of an education. So I guess it's good that all I have to complain about is the weather. And money. But that's a worry for another day.