Blorch.

It turns out there's some truth in that old idea about heat and alcohol making you drunk and sleepy very quickly. So I only made it through 1 glass of wine last night before conking out on my back porch. I woke up at 4:30 in the am, all nestled in a chair by the window, through which a slightly less hot breeze was blowing. i should have stayed on the porch, though... it was wicked hot in the bedroom. I'm really tired of no A/C.

FYI, this post is entirely procrastination. I just don't feel like writing flowery letters to big shot shrinks quite yet. Stupid shrinks. Bah.

For all you new readers out there (you know who you are): I'm really not as angry as that last major post would suggest. Really. BUT. I was feeling kinda pissed off at that moment. And maybe a bit childish. A bit. STOP JUDGING ME! Gah!

Ok, must get back to work so that I can leave early to go get shoes and suspenders and a belt and maybe some glasses.

Oi!

And speaking of temperatures rising, get a load of this. Hot.

That is all.