I think it's been raining for 40 days and 40 nights. I mean, it's been nothing but non-stop intermittent thunderstorms for the longest time. If there is ever a day without 156% humidity around here, I may just pass out from shock.
And for some reason, this crazy weather has triggered me getting sick (or, if it's not the root cause of it, it ain't helped none). I also think that working for almost every single day -- literally -- since July 18...it's worn down my immune system. Kinda like a bad tire. That's how I feel right now. You know that kind: it's down to its last tread; it's gonna blow at my given minute; but instead of buying new tires (or, in my case, taking a day off for rest and recuperation), you keep driving on the darn thing. Why? Because it's easier to keep running on the old tire than it is to pay out for a new one, with money that you don't have, for one that will need to have to take time to be broken in, one that will just be a hassle to change, and one that you will have to take the time off to go to the mechaninc and have it taken care of.
So -- you drive until your tire blows out, leaving you stranded on the side of the road in the middle of the night...alone...and in the dark...
Or, if you're a human like me, you get sick as a freakin' dog and have a massive asthma attack that
almost sends you to the hospital, you run a fever of 100+ for about five days, and you get an average of three hours of sleep each night. This is apparently MY coping mechanism. -- and no, I don;t have the sense to come in out of the rain or to take care of myself while I'm too busy yelling at other people to take care of themselves.
...but on a happier note: my parents have new puppy.