Summer...blech.

My ancestry was clearly bred by happenstance to weather cold climates. I am the human space heater, a trait which serves me well in winter, but right now it feels like I have a furnace under my skin. This made more difficult that Daedalus, my computer tower, generates enough heat to make my room a good 10 degrees warmer than the rest of the apartment when it's on, which is most of the time. This has resulted in a quiet thermostat war which occurs very passive-aggressively between myself and my remaining roommate after the other two moved out for the summer. Indeed a front of sorts has been created, between my own endothermic tendencies and my roommate's apparent ancestry including denizens of hades. This isn't a statement of evil so much as it is one of his bizarre need to live in climates more normally associated with places that names beginning with dry-, and dead-, and the aforementioned lake of fire.

Testing in a couple of days for yellow belt, and then a solid week during which I'll be doing nothing but practice, followed by camo belt testing. I already hurt in places I didn't previously imagine I possessed from the last practice, I can only hope I'll come ou thte other side of next week not wheezing in the corner, curled into the fetal position.

At least it'll be indoors. You daytime, surface dwellers and your bright burning ball in the sky confuse and frighten me, and prolonged exposure to your world causes me to hiss and claw futilely at your angry solar diety and flee underground to quietly await it's retreat. We craves air conditioning.

And ice cream, yes.