10:35pm and it’s 94 degrees. That’s something that should only make sense on a planet close to a giant sun.
This was one of those airless, stuffy days where you just don’t want to do anything but sit on a couch and drink cold liquids and stare, preferably at a screen of some sort. And while you’re sitting there you think of all of the things you want or need to do but you just can’t convince your brain to tell your body to move and do those things. You just sit there, trying not to move, battling the desire to just lean back and doze off, dreaming of liquor store walk-in coolers and grape-flavored Popsicles.
So that’s what I did, and it’s what I’m doing right now.