I'm OVER it! You hear me, summer? O-V-E-R IT!
My deodorant and popsicle budget has skyrocketed and, frankly, I can't afford not to smell like frying onions for much longer.
Autumn, my beautiful frigid autumn, where art thou?
I'm losing my mind. This blog is proof that I'm suffering from heat-induced craziness.
Going crazy isn't necessarily a bad thing---I've always welcomed some form of craziness. Crazy can be good, artistic, inventive!---but this damned heat is preventing anything of the sort. I'm intellectually and creatively sluggish and slow and sweat-soaked. Tapping my fingers on a keyboard is difficult... but asking me to work my imagination, come up with new ideas, or think of something other than ice cream is just too much.
GO AWAY HEAT. I'm Canadian, for crying out loud.
I need another popsicle.
And another coating of deodorant.
...Make that two of each.