I can’t use the heat as an excuse for not writing today, Dear Reader…I was just too busy with life and stuff. And these existential crises/tsunamis aren’t helping anything.
Jose and the Army of Gardeners sprayed fertilizer all over the grounds today. Thus, The Shed smelled vaguely like a garden shop/nursery all day. At one point I stepped outside and was shocked by the legion of flies that had suddenly descended to have sex with the grass. Lawn coitus. It was grotesque.
N.P.: “Purple Haze” – The Cure
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