it's still hot, but i think i'm getting used to it....i don't faint when i walk out of the front door anymore, i just get limp and drag my feet along the pavement. that's so much better!
i feel perched on the edge of something new. "what?" you ask? could be meat...could be cake...could be meatcake. (anyone else like this george carlin sketch? raise your hand!)
see? the heat could be affecting my ability to accurately judge what constitutes "funny."
i'll be back tomorrow, though...i've read a few books and i owe you reviews.
sincerely, i've missed you.