Can someone get me a mask?

I laid out my towel on my bunk and here I lie shirtless writing this on a piece of paper on this swelering afternoon. I can feel my towel soaking up my sweat already.

This feels like in form 4 when the heart in Block D would be baking May and I; even the wind blowing was hot air. Just that now I'm here by myself, without May.

Well at least tomorrow's Sunday, meaning I'll get my phone; and Sunday also means the end of the week.

It has been two, so far.