(Yes, it’s another whine. Just keep on walking if you’re sick of my shit already.)
It was 80 freaking degrees today.
I know. I just heard the collective sigh go up from all of you: “Is she really whining about THAT?” Yes, friends, I am. I am a rain-girl. A fog-lover. I am Fall’s greatest fan. And you know what? I totally freaking love snow.
80 degrees. In November. I am not down with this.
Now I’m depressed, sad, lonely, stressed, worried, tired, hungry, AND hot.
I believe–I want to believe–that things will be better after this weekend. GB gets his Bar exam results on Friday. I present my crappy paper on Saturday, and I will probably also see The Advisor, who I am pretty sure is going to break up with me at this conference. I meet with Editor-Person on Sunday. Sunday and Monday nights I get drunk off my ass hang out all sober-like and enjoy having my scary parts of the weekend over. And then I come back from Giant Conference in time to go have Thanksgiving at GB’s parents’ (which is good, though if you know me, you know that not having Thanksgiving with friends? Sucks ass, in my world), then we have a doctor visit/ultrasound/sequential screening, which will hopefully put my mind a bit more at ease–and will mark the end of this goddamn first trimester. So yeah. I’m thinking that by December I should be feeling better.
And the average high temperature here in December is supposed to be 69 degrees. It better be.
polyopia 
November 14, 2007 at 6:11 pm
I love snow, too. I would go insane in southern California. Except for the easy access to BPAL, of course.
Hope the weekend goes well and you feel better!
November 14, 2007 at 6:37 pm
Well, uh… Fall isn’t so bad, except that where I am it’s two weeks long. We go from HOT! HOT! HOT! to (two weeks of undecided) to SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!
I’m not such a fan. Am bringing sandals to the Big Damn Conference.
By the way, I always think my long-distance advisor is going to dump me. She hasn’t yet, but it may still happen. I don’t think yours will dump you, but I’ll be willing to commiserate if he does.
November 14, 2007 at 6:55 pm
I got a call from some lady in California today, and she complained about the heat. Then she asked me for a lot of money. Sales people, who needs ’em
November 14, 2007 at 7:17 pm
At some point I want you to explain to me how and why you chose your current location. Because I am totally curious, and a bit confused, especially now with this new 80-degrees-in-November information.
November 14, 2007 at 7:20 pm
Margie: Thanks. I will probably take you up on the commiserating, unfortunately. We’ll see.
Jesse: Californians are all freaks.
Maggiemay: In retrospect, it kind of feels like we threw a dart and hit this spot. That’s not quite true, but I’m grumpy, dammit. I like the top part of CA; GB wanted to try living in the bottom part. (He loves the weather here, incidentally). I said I would live in the bottom part, but only if we were RIGHT by the beach–I can’t take that inland heat. So that narrowed it down. And our new town–for all my bitching–is very very queer, which was really our big draw to it. And that’s great, and all, except it doesn’t matter that much, because we have no friends and never go out.
I’m not sure if that helps at all. I would be happy to bitch to you at greater length over email or on That Site. 🙂
November 14, 2007 at 8:55 pm
I hear ya on the too hot and missing rain. When I lived in Miami, I was positively gleeful when we had a week of damp and drizzle one February. Everyone else was moaning – I was opening my windows and revelling in the greyness (too much fucking sunshine gets on my nerves!!!)
Fingers crossed that bar exam results are exemplary (of course they will be – GB is a rockstar), and the conference goes well (it will be – you, too are a rockstar). We expect ultrasonic images of the little parasite, y’know!!!
November 15, 2007 at 9:03 am
You and GB will, as Canada says, obviously both rock the weekend.