My trackpad doesn’t do a damn thing; my fingers are sticking to the keyboard.

No air moves. Good thing I’m sitting directly in front of a fan.

Yesterday my power went out for a bit, probably due to an attack of the air-conditioners.

Every piece of paper in my apartment has gone soft and floppy, including the cardboard cereal boxes.

The sugar grows a crust between cups of tea.

I can’t even describe what happens to tortilla chips after fifteen minutes in the open air.

I wasn’t raised to live this way! I am a zero-humidity girl! Take me back to the semi-arid valley of my birth!

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