It’s fucking hot. 108 in Portland, 115 in Medford, Oregon. Those are typical for us here, where central air meets central Arizona. But now you can’t escape the heat even if you fly 1000-miles north.
I was insufferable enough when I was just an atheist. But in the last few years, it’s gotten worse.
I sometimes worry about my mental health. I’m lying in bed and I get these manic ideas of social research about spatial awareness or even how to save the world. You know bullshit theories.
This is a good one.
It’s January 18. The sun is shinning, but the air is cool…
Time for fucking fall in Gilbert, Arizona.
Twenty years ago, Prince made hits and people partied their way into the 21st Century. At midnight tonight, we are going to a new decade, but there are no songs, no anthems to celebrate the number.