On Microwave

I just got to write about this unbelievable heat. It's nerve-racking, butt clenching, teeth gritting, goddamn son of a heat. I'm naturally warm blooded. I knooow. I mean, I don't get irritated by heat that much, I even, at times, enjoy sweating and sleeping on a humid afternoon. I'm not a fan of anything cold. Cold weather, cold climate, cold shoulder, cold. But this heat! I mean, c'mon! Can't we get past summer already. And I can't believe I'm saying this. But I can't breathe for crying out loud.

It seems I bathe more than my daily bathing routine of twice per day. I'm really concerned with water shortage. Plus soap is really costly. Everything is costly. C'est cher.

As if it can't get more irritating, my wisdom tooth tries to steal the spotlight. It's silly how wisdom comes with pain and loss. To lose a molar giving space for wisdom. So much for being wise. I wonder how many grown-ups skipped having this phase.

I'm totally dedicated to reading lovecraft again. I miss having him mess my head.

I miss: baking my devil's food cake, cooking bicep-challenging risottos, writing for the leaf society and being just my old artsy fartsy self. What old? I'm still that self. Don't you think it's time for the neighborhood listener to tell again? I do. *evil grin*