According to my official thermometer my office (2nd floor of our un-air conditioned home) temperature is officially 4,000 degrees. And here it is almost midnight.
The M&Ms melted right in the bag. They couldn’t wait to melt in my mouth. It feels like a chocolaty tube of toothpaste.
The M&Ms melted right in the bag. They couldn’t wait to melt in my mouth. It feels like a chocolaty tube of toothpaste.
I’ve removed as much clothing as I dare—as my wide-open window faces the street. I’m surrounded by fans from around the house.
Nothing left now but to pray for the sweet release of death...
