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desperanceIt is hot and gorgeous out there; I am hot and anything but gorgeous in here. I am, in fact, cranky and stressed and unpleasant. I think perhaps I shall peel off more clothes and slap myself with sunblock and go and sit in the lovely for a while, and read Mechanique by Genevieve Valentine, which is unlike any book that I have read before.
Then I might pour myself a gin and do some more work. One must hydrate, after all. It's 93.8 out there, in this funny old Fahrenheit they're all so fond of. That's, what, 34 or so in centigrade? I suppose it's possible that I've been hotter, but I don't remember where. *basks*
Then I might pour myself a gin and do some more work. One must hydrate, after all. It's 93.8 out there, in this funny old Fahrenheit they're all so fond of. That's, what, 34 or so in centigrade? I suppose it's possible that I've been hotter, but I don't remember where. *basks*