there's nothing in this room warm enough, individually or cumulatively, to justify the heat difference. at some point during summer they are going to find my roasted corpse in here and they're going to bag it up like a woolies roast chook to remove it
the fact that it is 23c outside and inside my house, except for my bedroom, which is 28c, is making me want to engage in an Event. the windows are open, there's a cross breeze, i literally don't know what it wants from me, i don't understand
guy deeply off chops came into work, speaking a secret language, with a bike he definitely, probably Didn't Steal. lured him out by letting him pick his favourite zooper dooper flavour (pink) and told him he could go eat it outside so he didn't make a mess. hooroo mate
