Everything you think during that sweltering night

I don't know how it is with you, friends, but my nights are intense. Look, you have warm and you have complete terror. My new house has a flat roof (= crying), we haven't bought curtains yet (= crying 2.0) and a gigantic sliding door that acts like a greenhouse during the day. Result? Drops at night in places you didn't even know you had. A little throwback to last night.

22:01: I'm not going to sleep yet. Way too warm. First, I need to wait until it cools down a bit. Let's check the news. This weekend 40 degrees, Helga van Leur? Really? Wow.

23:35: Am I the only one wondering if this is the end of the world? Is everything going to explode like in that Ariana Grande music video?

00:19: Okay, help. I really need to go to sleep now. Up the stairs.

00:20: *Stands at the top of the stairs and wants to turn around immediately.

00:22: *Turns the blower to maximum and tries not to get annoyed by the noise. Sigh. Turn. Fidget. Turn. Flip the pillow. Sigh. Groan. Puff. Hot. Flip the pillow to the other side.

00:27: Friend: ‘Look, what are you doing? My alarm goes off at 06:00. Don't get so worked up!’

00:42: *Sits up in bed, overheated, sits behind the laptop and orders the latest, advanced, ridiculously expensive blower on Bol.com.

01.12: Then you think you've had it all, a MOSQUITO buzzes above your head.

01.17: Cannot. Sleep. Before. Mosquito. Is. Killed.

01:30: The man next to me is getting more and more annoyed with me.

01:34: Okay, the mosquito is dead. Now I'm really hot. It's worth it to hold your wrists under the cold tap, right?

01:35: I stumble out of bed, stub my little toe against the cabinet OUCH*#@#$ and meanwhile, my boyfriend is shouting that I should just go to sleep. The thing is: I'm not normal. I'm a hyperactive, almost melting gorgonzola and I need to cool down.

01.37: *Lies down in bed with cold wrists. Ha, gorgonzola in the fridge. Mucho better.

01.55: Staring at the ceiling, I wonder how many calories you burn when it's so damn tropical humid in your bedroom. The realization: I'M GETTING THIN!

03.01: ‘SANDER, I'm going CRAZY. How can you sleep in this heat? San? Hey San? Darling. I'm actually not tired at all. What should I do now? Aren't you hot?’

3.02: Uh oh. My boyfriend makes a sound that they shouldn't even make in the depths of hell. I need to run now.

03:04: And so it happened. The first night in our new house that I went to sleep in the guest room with my pillow, phone, and charger. The bourgeoisie. The horror. Long live the heatwave!