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!