Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
I’m not kidding. The air conditioning runs, but the sunlight through the window turns this office into a sweat room the likes of which you can’t find outside of Native American transcendence rituals. And I don’t get any peyote to help me through this.
Gah. Hot. Gah.
Whilst I typed this, my co-worker came in and asked me to scan a photo of her cat so that she could take the original home. While I had no inclination to argue with her in the first place, I realize that at this point, I’m so cooked that if she’d asked me to hop on the desk and bark like a dog, it might take me a few seconds to realize she wasn’t allowed to ask that of me.
Hot. Gah. Hot.
Current music: The Neo-Futurists, “City Girl!” Original Cast Recording