It was a stupid number of degrees today. The weather forecast said it reached 35* Celsius. I think it was higher. That kind of temperature is not my idea of fun.
I am almost sure that at some point my brain melted into a type of primordial goo and proceeded to ooze out of my pores and run down my face. Or at least that's what it felt like to me. I went from 100 to -10 brainpower in the space of about 4 hours.
It was just clingy weather. Hot, humid, sticky - exceedingly uncomfortable.
We relocated to downstairs but even that wasn't enough to revitalize my liquidized mind which then cooled down and felt more like my head was full of syrofoam balls milling around in there. Styrofoam is not good for a huge range of applications and when it gets hot, it melts into this icky sticky stuff that gets onto everything and is just infuriating.
I continued to work and slog away, then proceeded to lag - my processors slowing down by nano seconds and then seconds and later
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Well I felt like one of those really old-school computers that you just absolutely loathe to even turn on because it takes a bloody half hour just to boot up and then gets caught in a loop of reboot cycles (insert eye roll here)...yes.
< c m d >...Computer says NO.
That is a perfectly good description of how absolutely useless I became today around lunch time.
Remember these bad boys?
They're now old men lol
I'm willing to bet there are people that will read this post and not know what those shiny square black things are (they're not paperweights or door stoppers). Or what the little square clip in the corner does.
I felt old today but don't tell anyone
I don't even think that I could have been much use as a door stopper because I was so uncomfortable that staying in one place for too long became annoying.
It felt like I had been working on change requests that came in late yesterday evening for about 18 hours. Yay, that would be a nice wad of cash in my pocket to stock the freezer - nope. How is it even possible for 3 hours to feel that insipidly long and boring when I'm doing what I would normally enjoy? Oh yes, because it was a meltathon day and I'm almost convinced that more braincells than usual popped off today in the pressure cooker that was my head.
20:30pm - I took this temperature reading. Yup, it wasn't my imagination or delirium... Where did my thunder storms go? Come back Thor you bastard, you're not done yet. You were supposed to cool the place down! Don't make me come back there!