sad potatoes
It’s painful to do a lot of things, when it’s hot. My snarky ass made fun of the south-eastern seaboard for a heat wave, so my air-conditioner broke. I can’t think. I’m sweaty, semi-nude and discovered the hard way that cooking is a bad idea. It’s really hot in my apartment, but still slightly cooler than it is outside; so, no open windows. Home Depot won’t let your rent portable A/C units and even if I bought one, the damn thing has to sit “upright” for at least twenty-four hours before turning it on. It’s hot.
julie warshaw 