My apartment is hotter than the sun’s thermos over here. The sun has hot coffee in his thermos, but my apartment is warmer than that coffee. For the sun to enjoy a hot coffee, you know it would have to be really hot. But my apartment is moreso.
I guess this weekend the city is being Hurricaned. At least that should clear out all this humidity.
I’d do something, or write something or something, but it’s too hot. I don’t want to.