Apparently it can always get worse.

A few days ago I spoke about how I found it interesting to be writing a story that takes place in the dead of winter during the middle of summer. This was earlier in the week when it was still a balmy 90 degrees out. That seems like a joke to me right now. It’s currently the temperature of the sun’s ass and I can’t even remember what my name is not to mention what it feels like when the weather is cold. I’m going to go bathe in a tub full of ice-cubes and Gatorade and see what happens. God if only…


  1. Still quite cool in coastal NH. In case you were wondering.

  2. And sunny and gorgeous in Palo Alto. Man, I love Cali!