Deep In The Hearth of Texas

Someone. Anyone. Please. Mess with Texas. The thermostat is way, way too high. Way too high.

Perhaps the most troubling thing about this farcical peek into my life is that I don’t actually own a shirt that particular shade of blue at the moment. The rest of it is basically true. My Dearest really doesn’t give a shit what excuses I’m making, I really should be working more, and it really is the sort of hot that makes you think “Earth is a habitable planet, my ass.” Still. Through suffering, art.

Or, at the very least, a reasonable facsimile there of.