You know it's too hot outside when your measurement of whether or not to go outside and do adulting is whether or not you have to put a bra on for it.
After that I might write a book about procrastination. Maybe. We'll see.
It's been a bumpy couple of weeks, what with all the storms and Mercury-fricken-Retrograde I've been hiding.
I think I have brain-pixies. They're like sock-fairies. On crack.
I remain optimistic. I'ts just a spring-shedding. You know, like a grizzly bear does.