in my case, the library, apparently. which is also where i went to obtain sufficient respite from this awesome, Southern Gothic heat (i swear i’m seeing ghostly aristocratic apparitions in every upstairs gabled window) in order to churn out enough cogent sentences in a row that i might pass it off as a post.
but lo! the library’s wi-fi was all amok, and so i had to content myself with reading about the history of attempts to automate the Pap Test (just the reading thereof, not the gathering, don’t worry) while illicitly ripping stacks of calypso cds.
so instead you get this, today.
when the ambient heat alone has the brie from my brie/apple/almond butter sandwich literally running in rivulets down my arm.
by which i mean: “aw, my diamond shoes are too tight.”
stay frosty, people.