The weather this week is promising to be the sort of thing that I fled to the Pacific Northwest to get away from, and man do I hate it when people complain about the weather but I hate being purposelessly hot and sweaty even more. In any case, I mostly intend to be very, very grumpy and disheveled and dehydrated until the sky stops being insane.
I prefer my heat metaphorical and emotional, not actual. There's no chance for movement when all I can manage is laying in front of the fan, picking at the carpet and collecting debris.
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