My Skull Is Turning Into A Crock Pot

After a brief cooling period the heat and humidity have managed to climb back up, and even with the occasional cool breeze it’s very easy to find yourself drenched in sweat from engaging in such strenuous activities as breathing, or digesting food.
I don’t know if the heat is the reason, but this week I’ve found myself becoming rather torpid.
Okay, maybe I should say more torpid than usual.
Basically, I just really haven’t felt like doing anything. Nothing new, I know, but I mean, I really don’t want to do anything.
Today, for example, was only the second day this week that I went for a walk, and I didn’t even make it the full four miles.
Once I got home I took a nap (which I’ve also been doing more of lately), then waking up covered in a slimy coating of sweat that has cooled and congealed as a result of the breeze blowing in through the open windows, as the effort of snoring, apparently, is just as great as the effort of…well, pretty much anything else in this heat and humidity.
I’ve found that there’s one activity in particularly that makes me sweat more than anything else, though: drawing.
I have no idea what’s up with that, but, even with the A/C on, if I sit here and try to draw I feel like a turkey being basted in its own juices.
So despite the fact that I really want to finish that RLC picture so that I can work on the D&D picture, I just don’t think it’s going to happen until it cools off a little.
Like I said, I’m not sure why drawing produces so much sweat. Maybe it’s the act of focusing and trying to actually pay attention to what I’m doing.
That’s been a problem, too. Focusing and paying attention this week…not so much.
Again, maybe it’s a result of the heat. Maybe my brain is boiling.
When I went for my abbreviated walk this afternoon (I was too lazy to do it in the morning), I realized that I didn’t have any cash with me to buy some water at the gas station, so I went across the street to the ATM.
Of course, this meant that I would have to be an ass and use a twenty to buy something that costs less than two dollars, which I was reluctant to do.
So I decided to stop at the smoothie place and buy a smoothie to carry with me on the walk, thereby solving the problems of needing something to keep myself hydrated and not wanting to get back too much change.
There were a bunch of really cute girls working at the smoothie place, which was a pleasant surprise.
Of course, “girls” is the operative word. I’m sure they’ll all be even prettier when they grow up. *Sigh*
There was also an attractive, and fully-grown, customer there who was like something out of my dreams.
I use the term “fully-grown” somewhat ironically, as she was a very tiny young woman, which is where the whole “like something out of my dreams” aspect comes in, as I’m especially attracted to petite women.
And this one was definitely petite. I’d say she was five feet tall at the most, and while she was a little on the skinny side, she did have a decent figure, which was demonstrated quite well by her skintight shorts and tank top.
She wasn’t as pretty as the teeny-boppers working behind the counter, but she was still easy on the eyes. It was mostly her size and perfect shape that made her so dreamlike.
Of course, she was also married and had three kids with her, though I got the impression that they might not have been hers.
Not that it matters, really.
Much like the crazy chicks thing, I’m not entirely sure why I’m so drawn to petite women (RLC, by the way, is 5’2”), but it’s a strong enough attraction that couldn’t even be shattered by my experience with my ex-wife, who was herself only 5’3” and generally never weighed more than 90 pounds when we were together.
Then again, she didn’t really have a negative impact on my attraction to crazy chicks, either.
(However, there were aspects to her that have made me more inclined towards women who are the exact opposite of her, such as the fact that she had a chest like a twelve-year old boy’s, which is probably responsible for the development of my increasing fascination with large breasts.)
Honestly, I think the main reason that I’m drawn to small women is that I’m not that big a person myself. Guys generally like to be taller than the women they’re with, so for me that necessarily means petite women.
In any case, I’m beginning to feel as though I’m going to melt as I sit here writing this, so I think it’s time I take a break and go back to doing not much of anything.