I know what’s up. I watch The News. The way things are going out there, I may well have to start investing in treatment centers. I’m pretty sure shares in drug rehabs are going to be worth more than, say, stocks in underpants stores.
In other news, today Rob and I went to see the Tall Ships. They were tall. We didn’t go aboard them because in all honesty we were only on our way to go grocery shopping and saw them there, so we stopped.
My parents just got a ghetto pool, and we are going to go swim in it tomorrow. Because fuck, dudes, it’s HOT out. And in.
I barbecued this afternoon and may as well have saut?ed my own skin. But, we had yummy hamburgers.
I think that’s all for now. I’ll share more with you at a later date, when I am not on the downstairs computer sweating everywhere. Oh, that’s another thing. Generally, I am not a sweater. I mean, I sweat when I’m exercising, and I may “glow” a little when it’s warm out, but sweat actually rolling down my face? Never happens. Except this week, because it’s been 38 degrees Celsius or above, every. damn. day.
I’m glad it’s summer. Very glad. But sweating? Not something I enjoy.
The bullets of perspiration running down face, neck, etc… I, too, was doing that this week. It’s quite gross. And I keep looking at other people, who don’t appear to be sweating. WHAT IS THAT?
I’m not much of a sweater either – but I spent the last week wringing wet all day… not a feeling I enjoy.