I wish for too many things and get impatient and then act as if they aren't going to come true, but then they do, but at the wrong time and then shit hits the fan.
Speaking of fans, it was 97 degrees and I have no air, only one ceiling fan in the kitchen. My house was unbearable. I did nothing but melt and read.
I managed to finagle my way into a bedroom with air conditioning and got through 1/3 of The Black Prince. I am at the height of drama.
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