ok fucking hell it’s 2 am and it’s still
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ok fucking hell it’s 2 am and it’s still 77 degrees and it’s so windy i can’t keep any of my windows open or my door, and it’s intermittently rainy so i gotta have the roof hole closed, so it is just a sweatbox in here. thank heavens for this tiny USB-powered rechargeable fan, which is the best thing in the world but i also know only has a 6-hour battery life and it’s been running nearly that long.
i am sort of desperate to fall asleep at this point. i knew it’d be rough with the wind and rain and all, but my goodness. i’ve gotten like half an hour.
I cannot believe it is 77 degrees. The forecast has backed off a little and says it’ll be 50 tomorrow night, not 48. We shall see.
also my imagination is really helpfully like ‘hey you’re in the middle of the woods alone, why don’t i start coming up with half-waking daydreams about unnatural horrors lurking in the woods with really unsettling vivid details’ and i’m like ‘no, no thanks, i don’t need any, i gave at the office, couldn’t we try to write a useful fic scene instead’ and my brain’s like ‘but have you considered unnatural long white fangs’ and i’m like ‘can we not’ and my brain’s like ‘mm… no, we must’ so that’s real real real helpful.
i have zero tolerance for actual horror, i read a creepypasta thread LAST OCTOBER about horrors in the woods and i’m still not over it thanks.
oh i forgot my favorite part, the roof tarp is square even tho the roof is round, so there’s four corners that hang over, and the one that hangs over the wall directly outside my bed has this way of getting caught by the wind eddying around the round shape of the ger, and it thwacks against the wall right next to my head in this uniquely unsettling way that sounds like something clawing clumsily at the canvas trying to get in. hard enough that it shakes the wall a little. YAH RESTFUL THANKS
ok fucking hell it’s 2 am and it’s still 77 degrees and it’s so windy i can’t keep any of my windows open or my door, and it’s intermittently rainy so i gotta have the roof hole closed, so it is just a sweatbox in here. thank heavens for this tiny USB-powered rechargeable fan, which is the best thing in the world but i also know only has a 6-hour battery life and it’s been running nearly that long.
i am sort of desperate to fall asleep at this point. i knew it’d be rough with the wind and rain and all, but my goodness. i’ve gotten like half an hour.
I cannot believe it is 77 degrees. The forecast has backed off a little and says it’ll be 50 tomorrow night, not 48. We shall see.
also my imagination is really helpfully like ‘hey you’re in the middle of the woods alone, why don’t i start coming up with half-waking daydreams about unnatural horrors lurking in the woods with really unsettling vivid details’ and i’m like ‘no, no thanks, i don’t need any, i gave at the office, couldn’t we try to write a useful fic scene instead’ and my brain’s like ‘but have you considered unnatural long white fangs’ and i’m like ‘can we not’ and my brain’s like ‘mm… no, we must’ so that’s real real real helpful.
i have zero tolerance for actual horror, i read a creepypasta thread LAST OCTOBER about horrors in the woods and i’m still not over it thanks.
oh i forgot my favorite part, the roof tarp is square even tho the roof is round, so there’s four corners that hang over, and the one that hangs over the wall directly outside my bed has this way of getting caught by the wind eddying around the round shape of the ger, and it thwacks against the wall right next to my head in this uniquely unsettling way that sounds like something clawing clumsily at the canvas trying to get in. hard enough that it shakes the wall a little. YAH RESTFUL THANKS
