The afternoon heat is waltzing around the house. Living room and kitchen. The dining area and I sandwiched in between. It’s blistering. My laptop’s devolving into one of those old Cathode Ray Tube computers – you know, the ones with big old clunky monitors running Windows 95. And it’s not the only one; I feel like I’m going apeshit too; like my neurons have soaked up all the humidity, tangling themselves in the process.
How to Laugh Over Spilt Milk
How to Laugh Over Spilt Milk
How to Laugh Over Spilt Milk
The afternoon heat is waltzing around the house. Living room and kitchen. The dining area and I sandwiched in between. It’s blistering. My laptop’s devolving into one of those old Cathode Ray Tube computers – you know, the ones with big old clunky monitors running Windows 95. And it’s not the only one; I feel like I’m going apeshit too; like my neurons have soaked up all the humidity, tangling themselves in the process.