Reality is just too much.

I’m sure that I have reached autistic burn out. I just can’t do much. I hate being awake. The heat isn’t making it easy to do anything. I just heard the cat being sick again so I will have something else to clear up when I do get up. I had Mimi asleep next to me most of the day. She must think it’s too hot as well. I don’t even want to eat today due to the heat. I’ve spent half of the week drinking more than eating (not alcoholic drinks). I still haven’t lost any weight though despite walking as much as my ankle would allow. I wore some crazy outfits that I wasn’t sure about but I was hot so wasn’t really bothered if I looked liked like something dragged out of a 70s fancy dress party. I’m more bothered about not being hot. I don’t think any of us actually look reasonable after a week of hot sunny weather. Half of us are waking around looking like lobsters after getting burnt. The other half of us are looking shiney walking around sweating. We like the weather but at the same time absolutely fed up of being roasted when we walk outside. The humidity is what gets annoying. Everything gets wet with sweat and starts sticking to you. I went abroad when I was a teenager, Spain, and that doesn’t happen abroad. It gets very hot and locals do stay inside between certain hours but the heat isn’t humid. I sound quite sad at this point because I’ve never been out of this country since. I had a passport which I need to renew. I’m not really a fan of being on an aeroplane. I’m not scared but it was a new experience that I wasn’t sure about. The September 11th hyjackings had also just happened at that point which puts me off. The humidity here just makes it ten times harder to do anything.