It’s ironic that not two hours after I wrote the previous post during my lunch break the air conditioning in my office stopped working. It’s seriously like a frickin’ sauna in here now, minus the cedar and the naked men (or women if you’re lucky). My ass has now become one with my chair.

I swear, if I hear someone say “atsui ne!” one more time, I’m going to throw them through the window. At least that might create a draft.

Screw it, I’m going home.

It’s hot.

Today it’s 38°C/100°F with 50% relative humidity. Yesterday was similar, as was every other day in the past three weeks.

The oppressive heat is inescapable. I perspire at the slightest exertion, including otherwise sedentary activities such as breathing.

My nether regions swelter like a primordial jungle. Beads of sweat roll down the backs of my legs as I stand in the crowded train. My underclothes are soaked through by the time I get to work and cling to me for the rest of the day. People in my office greet each other in the morning with “atsui ne!” (”it’s hot, eh!”), whilst wiping sweat from their brow.

My only comfort is the knowledge that this weather will only continue for another month and a half or so before the arrival of Autumn. Then I will bask in comfortably cooler weather, which — if past experience is any indication — will last about two weeks, after which everyone will start to complain about how cold it is.