Dear Diary . . . day by day

Thursday, June 15th - Can't take the Heat
First of all, I just wanna say that while, yes, it was abnormally hot here in the Bay Area yesterday, it was a DRY heat. Seriously, 98 degrees is nothing here compared to even 85 in Indiana, where the humidity simply wilts you and all you can do is stew in your own sweat. Personally, I suspect that those who truly couldn't take the heat yesterday were either: a) Native Californians or more likely (or in addition) b) Not drinking enough water. Hydrate, people, hydrate.
So, my minor catastrophe on Tuesday night: I was doing laundry at David's apartment complex. There was a woman putting her stuff in the dryers while I was loading my washers, so I didn't run down right when I knew the washers would be over (the dryers take twice as long). By the time I got down there I saw that one of my washers was empty and a dryer was going. I opened the dryer, and, sure enough, someone had taken my clothes out of the washer and had paid to dry them for me. How nice.
Except that they chose to dry my COLD load - the load that has like two pieces that are dryer safe and the rest must hang-dry.
They were bone-dry by the time I arrived. I was sooooo pissed. I carried the stuff up to David's apartment and started ranting while I tried on stuff.
My favorite blue sundress? Shrunk beyond help. The top is tight across my breasts now and even if I lost weight so it fit again, it's now WAY too short to wear in public - that and the fabric is now so thin you can see through it. David made the suggestion it was now lingerie. If I didn't throw anything at him for suggesting anything positive at that moment, well, I sure wanted to.
I also lost a vital pair of pants - they still fit but they're WAY too short for me now. Those pants are a color that matches several of my tops and were one of the few nice pairs of pants I had to wear to work (not that I have to dress up for work, but I like to sometimes and I won't have this job forever).
I didn't have the heart to try on all the small tops that weren't supposed to go in the dryer. I'm sure they're gonna be way too tight.
If she'd only, only, only put the HOT load in the dryer, this wouldn't have happened! All those clothes are familiar with the dryer. But why on fucking EARTH would you put someone's COLD load into a dryer on FULL HEAT???? Why? Why?
I wonder what sort of Karma she'll get for this? What happens to well-meaning, truly stupid people?
Leaving to go camping with Jeff tomorrow up in Mendicino. Yay! I'm gonna have to find time to pack late tonight, as I have my first writing class tonight and will be all pumped from that, I'm sure. So much going on! So exciting! I can hardly hold still - I'm very hyper. Work has been INSANELY busy. My hair makes me feel cute, energetic and spunky. And confident! I never realized how much short hair empowers one! I feel sassy! And the women at work pointed out how my cheekbones stand out with the angle of my hair . . . well, I just feel like a Charlie girl, I tell you. That's it - from Gibson Girl to Charlie Girl in one hour!
Girl? Woman! I am ALL woman right now . . . hear me RAAOOORRRWWWRRR!
Exercise log:
Lifted weights: shoulders, sides and calves. Oh, and abs. I also took a walk on the Emeryville Pier, where the cool night air was a welcome relief to the 100 degree heat.
I'm currently reading:
The Fall of Atlantis by Marion Zimmer Bradley

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