OOH, BURN. It’s been in the nineties for the past few days. I am incredibly happy and basically incapable of rational thought. Also slightly sunburnt. But happy.

I’m killing a dahlia. We all got dahlias at a pregnancy center in-service thing, and mine is quite pretty, but given my track record I expect it to keel over any minute now.

Re-reading Love and Rockets from the beginning.

Slowly hacking at next scene of “Kissable Pictures.”

Listening to Patsy Cline.

Oh, and… work. Right. Yes. Back to that.