Way over 90 degrees here today. First thing this AM, I opened the front door to a wall of heat. "Do come in."
No - let's be cool now. Maintain, old dude.
Went with Branden to Robeks for a smothie (a preferred spelling in this 'hood) - perfect, even if it meant a drive through the smoldering asphalts of Los Angeles. Gawd, the streets are a mess with potholes, which nearly killed Branden last month while on his bicycle. Not fun.
Good gravy! Yes, I am making my own sauce as I sit here - but that exclamation is for the harp music I have playing - Oceania - almost too much, like as in new ageyness too much. Brainless ambience. Lovely, perfect as I stick to the surface of everything I come into contact with sweat upon. Is this a swoon?
That's all I can conjer up. Gonna go watch a DVD of WonderShozen.
I'm melting, but in a postive, growth-oriented kind of way.
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