Monday, August 16, 2010
Hot. Brain. Melt.
Get us out of the heat and brain forgets. Back in the heat it starts whining again. It's almost funny, which is why I am sitting at a red light, heavy jacket, boots and black helmet, the sun crashing down, heat worming its way into my melting brains, and I'm chuckling. In case you were in a nearby car, wondering.
It'll pass. Of course it will. Then it'll be cool again. And too soon, it'll be too cold again.
But today Hot. Brain. Melt.
Posted by Sonia Lyris at 5:36 PM
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