So I turned my AC on late last night. After trying to gut it out for hours and making myself ill. Apparently I have some crazy Calvinist/Puritan switch in my head that tells me turning on the AC and being, you know, comfortable is a bad bad thing. Especially annoying since I keep the AC at 80 during the day and drop it to 77 in my bedroom when I sleep which isn't really decadent. The AC battle is just one example of my setting myself up to feel as though I've failed for doing something completely fucking normal. It is so exhausting.