I'm so tired of summer. It was 96 degrees today in NAshville, with about a million percent humidity. The air is like soup. I can't eat. I can't think. My brain has melted and been replaced with kudzu. I have no energy to do anything except watch this dramatic chipmunk over and over.
Don't make him use the force!
All I want to do is laze around in a chair and nap. I've drunk tankfuls of caffeine and taken an Adderall today, but nothing seems to get rid of this languid feeling. No wonder the characters in Erskine Caldwell's novels stayed poor. This here ain't working weather, it's much suited to having sweaty sex with albinos and stealing turnips. Gah! What's a girl from Riverside, California to do? I'm used to desert heat!