I need the sun to go down.
It is nearly a billion degrees in my apartment.
Okay, realistically, like 90 something… but still… fuck.
I am getting ready to retreat to my bedroom, the coolest room in the house, for the rest of the day. I am thinking Mad Men marathon - I have almost an entire season to catch up on.
Maybe it will motivate me to get all house wifey, it usually does.
I want to make macaroni salad, turkey burgers and some veggies for dinner - but I also want to keep the stove off at all costs. At least until the sun goes down.
