drea

Squabbling along just fine, thank you.

The small baby is hiding. I'm not sure where. Even she can't take the heat. The fat grey is lying in the direct path of the fan, which means that I'm unable to. I don't mind the heat itself, it's the humidity that's killing me. I haven't run in two days, which is a lot for me, and I was going to go swimming today, but of course, the fucking pool was having fucking technical difficulties and was closed. Honestly, what kind of technical difficulties does a pool have??? (You know what? DON'T answer that. It opens the door to a whole new level of yuck that I'm not prepared for.) During the humidity wave, I've mostly consumed strawberries, except for last night at Squab's, where I had a fierce craving for chocolate chips. Bleh. Oh well. I'm super lethargic today. I have little energy and a tummy ache. Ach. Oh well. It happens. Plus, the "mtr-vision" display in the metro was advertising for the pengi film, and I got to watch the small things waddle. Guh!