It is too hot in my bedroom to sleep. Or, well, probably more accurately, too humid. Everything feels sticky, and I'm sweating just sitting here. It doesn't help that my room is one of the warmest in the house, and Ben stole the portable fan, so I just have a total piece of shit ceiling fan, which does almost nothing.

My strategy at the moment is to do more or less what my mom did. She grabbed the mattress out of the guest room (my old bedroom, one of the coolest on the second floor), and is sleeping on the floor of the sewing room, which has a big ceiling fan and about eight windows. I've just hauled my mattress into the guest bedroom, and am hoping that the temperature difference is enough that I can actually fall asleep.

New England weather sucks so much.