Dead on my feet

[wiseheart]

Sometimes I really hate my life.

Especially on days like this one. I spent 11,5 hours at school. With lessons, a teachers' conference and a parent-teacher meeting afterwards.

The school is made of concrete and glass. Big, biiiiiiig windows. And I mean *BIG* ones. They cover all the outer walls. Today, it was 35 degrees Celsius in Hungary. I don't know how much it is in Fahrenheit, but it's *really* hot. Airing the classrooms so that we won't suffocate together with the kids only makes anything hotter.
Wether forecast says we can expect a few more days like this. Until the weekend, when it'll rain, of course.

I know it's petty whining about a little heat wave when my friends on the other side of the pond suffer from tornadoes. It's just not the same thing. But I have a very low tolerance for heat, most likely due to my circulatory problems.

So, who was the fool who said that having a life would be such a good thing? I'd prefer living in my fantasy worlds any given time. At least I have weather control there.

Comments

[archet.livejournal.com]

Hi Soledad! Sorry to hear you've had such a bad day. The heat only makes a long tiring day that much worse. You're welcome to head over to my place, but it's just as hot here! *sending cool breezes your way*