The expected high temperature today is supposedly 90°F but the humidity is up to 60% and I’m already going out of my mind. It’s time to find a place with A/C to hang out.

Last night I couldn’t get to sleep. At around midnight, it was still about 70°F outside. I even tried putting a block of ice in front of my electric fan. It improved the heat from stifling to barely tolerable.

I wonder if I bought a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it over myself. My mom used to do this to keep our temperatures down when we were sick as kids.

And just when you think physical chemistry couldn’t possibly have any applicability to your life, I discovered that because rubbing alcohol (isopropyl alcohol or propan-2-ol for the pendantic) really only has one hydrogen atom that’s free for hydrogen bonding, you can’t get enough surface tension for a spray bottle to work.

To backtrack a bit, I had bought myself a spray bottle and filled it with ice cold water so I could spritz myself with it and sit in front of an electric fan. While this worked somewhat, I wasn’t satisfied, so I decided to get more serious and I poured some rubbing alcohol into the spray bottle. Nothing would come out of it. Damn.

You would think that because my ancestors grew up in climates exactly like this (freaking hot and humid), that I’d have some sort of adaptibility, but then you’d be wrong. Apparently I can only live in a narrow climate range of about 65°-75°F. This used to be the weather in San Diego year round but it looks like global warming (or climate change, if you like) is changing things quite drastically. I do hope that Southern California manages to turn into a tropical rainforest, rather than a parched, lifeless desert, but it hasn’t rained in like literally a year.