The Bath That Was Too Hot.

I managed to entertain myself today rather well. Rolled in bed until noon. Had two english muffins for breakfast. I cleaned off my desk. It had become a rather large pile of stuff. By the time I finished spraying and wiping off Fantasik, I came to the conclusion that I had something in my room that was causing me to hack and sneeze. I think, bit by bit, I’ll clean up my room.

After playing Zelda and floating around online, I went out to dinner with my sister and dad. Wendi commented at how all the waitresses looked the same. I said, “Blond, skinny, and big boobs?”

Hey, it was the truth.

There was a boy throwing a tantrum. Though, I don’t think his grandma was helping how upset he was. She was trying to get his coat on and he was refusing to stand up. Okay, granted. His mom wanted to come over and comfort him, but grandma waved her away. I cede that it can be good to deny the instant gratification of comforting. But then I heard the grandma say, “You’re a bad, bad boy.”

It was at that point I turned to my dad and said, “So, are you watching Nanny 911 tonight?”

There’s always more to a story, and I’d really love to know why the poor kid was so upset. And then they were gone and the restaurant resumed its volume level.

Around 9 PM, I decided I should take a nice hot bath. After my last bath, which wasn’t hot enough, I turned up the temperature on the hot water heater. Good thing, too, as my sister has been doing laundry all day. I drew the water and went back to my room to disrobe and get my secondary stereo ready. Underworld, Second Toughest on the Infants. Best CD for when I want to just get lost in the music.

I sat my stereo on the seat of the toilet, and turned the water off. I dipped my hand into the water. It felt hot, but not too hot. I put my foot in. I felt it tingle. It felt hot. It felt too hot. I pulled my foot out, and my foot was already a few shades redder. “Hmm.” I cupped the water and sipped it. It felt.. nominal. I began to ponder whether the mouth would be more or less sensitive to heat. I’ve certainly drank hotter things without scalding myself.

I put both feet into the water. Tingle. Holding my genitalia up protectively between my legs, my bum kissed the water. Hot. Very hot. Something inside me was saying “Uhhhhh, are you sure about this?” I decided that as long as I wasn’t scalding myself, I’d be fine. I let my body drop, and sank into the water, penis and all.

I could see steam rising from the water. Maybe this was a little too hot. “Well, maybe it’ll feel better if I sink in a little further.” Certainly not the first time I’ve forced myself into compromising intimate situations when I know better. The water rushed over my chest, and I decided to soak a bit while the water cooled. It would cool, as a matter of course.

At some point, I realized it was too hot. (Duh.) It wasn’t relaxing. It didn’t feel like a warm blanket on a cold winter day. It felt like hot coals with the sun beating down overhead. I was sweating. “Shit, I’m overheating.” I turned the faucet to full cold and turned it on. Coldness. Refreshing coldness. I splashed the ice cold water on my face and didn’t even flinch. Any other time, my hands would have taken forever to heat back up. Turning the water off, my hands reset to full heat within seconds.

I quickly put soap on my armpits and asscrack, and washed my hair. (Hey, ultimately, that’s all that needs to be washed.) I unscrewed the drain and stumbled out of the tub. Hot. Too hot. I dried off, donned my bathrobe, grabbed my stereo and went back to my room. The condo felt too warm. My room felt too warm. Tossing my robe on my bed, I sought out the window. I flipped the locks and threw the window open.

I took a deep breath of the cold air, coughing a bit. Aaahhhhhhh… I could see my breath. Hell, I could see the outside air forming a little fog as it met the inside air.

Guessing that I was dehydrated as well, I snatched a Snapple bottle that’s been sitting against my window for a few months. Figured keeping it against the window would keep it cold for me. Within a few minutes, I downed the entire bottle, satisfied.

Exhausted, I let my head fall to my crossed arms on the windowsill. Losing a lot of heat through the top of my head, I concluded. I could feel the heat of the room behind me, and the gentle coolness of the frigid air before me. I felt my heart racing. I wondered if the raising of my body temperature would help kill off this cold that’s been slowly getting worse.

Stabalizing a bit, I shut the window and went about finding some clothes to cover my naked body. I debated whether to wear clean undies or just wear the undies I had been wearing all day. “I’ve only worn this for a few hours, I can not in good conscience simply toss it in the hamper. I’ll wear clean undies tomorrow.” My blue jeans have a ton of change in the left pocket. …Damn. So much change that my jeans sag and expose my bikinis. This, my friends, is why I wear long baggy shirts. So long that it’s impossible for them to ride up and expose my undies.

All in all is all we are.

Working Saturdays means having to deal with more High Schoolers. Susan was mentioning how she hates dealing with them. And how she’s working this Saturday. I should mention that Susan is old enough to be my mom. (Well, maybe if she had me in High School, but whatever.) I was just considering doing her a favor and sticking around her.

Score, I get to pick up my paycheck tomorrow. That much closer to buying a computer. And then it hits me, “How am I supposed to get that money to it’s destination?” I don’t have a credit card or even a checking account. I could exploit money orders like a mofo, but that’s kind of a pain if you have to do it repeatedly.

And then there’s “waiting for the next big thing!” But. Well, I want a computer now. And computers will always get better. So fuck it, might as well get whatever I want now and let the future be whatever it will be. Even if the world makes a move to 64-bit interface, it will be a long time before there’s software to take advantage of it. In the mean time, there’s so many games I have yet to play!

AND then there’s the build VS buy thing. I really don’t know what I’ll do there. I’m still terrified I’ll fuck up. What if I put it together and it just doesn’t work? I am NOT a hardware person. There’s so many little things you have to do when building a computer that I’m not sure I have the patience for. I guess I’m afraid there’ll be something obvious I’ll need to know, but won’t know, and.. it won’t be obvious to me. *pouts*