Well, blah for me.
Not so much the heat, well yeah the heat, but because of the heat the usual, 'unable to sleep through the night' plague is even worse.
Which means getting up (waking up not the issue) to don some clothes, get on the bike and ride, ride, ride,
And I bought new gloves and padded shorts too.
Not riding wouldn't be so bad, but I'm eating horribly. Well, not so much horrible choices but just too damn much. Over-stuffing. And I'm drinking a hella beer.
Not riding (or walking beyond what is absolutely necessary) eating and drinking too much wouldn't be oh, SO bad, but on top of all that, feeling guilty about it . . . I can't flippin' think.
It took too many days (cha-ching to the library coffers) to finish a 378 page book. I saw the movie for fuck's sake. I KNEW (basically) how it would end. And it wasn't like it was (at) all challenging. Come to think of it, maybe, 'can't flipin' think' is not precisely accurate. I. Can't. Focus.!.!
My brain is just fried (hehehehe, I typed, 'friend')....anyhoo...F.R.I.E.D and speaking of, fried green tomatoes, now, YES PLEASE, and while we're at it, fried pickles. EXCEPT for the variety I had at Seven Ten in Hyde Park many months ago. They were awful.
That said, July isn't over. I still have a chance. I have to shake this . . . whatever. I can't change the heat, the job, any other stuff proffering the 'blues' just my reaction to it, them.
Each day is a brand new day. Welcome to the end of Wednesday and (plus) 100 heat index.
Bring on Thursday.
PS: special note to newest recruit who once gave me HOT SEX and who is no longer, technically new . . .well, she is, but isn't; it's a long story . . . anywhoo, note to newest recruit who is now a bona fide friend . . . THEY ARE FUCKING IDIOTS!!!