It's a two fudgecicle kind of day.

[tamaravining]

I don't know what it is out there, but my kitchen is 83 degrees. I love it. I like wearing very little, sleeping in, getting stuff done and heat. But not, like lying out in the heat, but not being cold, being warm to my bones. I must have had a cold existence in a past life or something.

I'm getting two loads of laundry done, and writing, and The Artist's Way and just ate a fudgecicle. Plus, just last night I got the flannel sheets and two blankets and a comforter changed for cream cotton sheets and just a spread. I know, I know, it's July, but that's what I was used to sleeping in until it was 82 degrees at around midnight. I changed a lot of things in my apartment, and am getting rid of even more, and feel much lighter. Warmer and lighter.

I'll go have another fudgecicle now, thanks.

Comments

[desolina.livejournal.com]

mmmmmmmm . . . fudgecicle. we too are wandering about in our underthings.

[weemallard.livejournal.com]

I keep misreading "fudgecicle" as "fuckicide".

Heat does that to me.