If heat waves loved me, they would occur on their own time without inconveniencing me in any manner. Unfortunately, heat waves hate me so they’re pretty into making sure they’re going to happen wherever I’m going. After the Pacific Northwest I thought nothing could be that bad – but of course hot weather had to make my visit to LA all that more miserable. Nothing like putting on sunscreen only to immediately sweat it off! In some ways I think it’s preparing me for the heat of Africa, but I’m pretty sure the end result is going to be me dying of heat stroke, with God laughing at me by previously making me miserable under the guise that it would train me for intense weather when in reality he just hates me as much as heat waves do.