Cue the music...
We're having a heatwave...
It gets to that point where there's nothing to talk about but the weather. If you're smart you just quit as soon as you get to that bit. You end it before the decay of resentment sets in.
But you're not going to do that. You're going to barricade the doors, dig in and take hostages. You won't even have any demands. You just want someone to turn down the infernal heat.
Just turn down the heat.
I rolled in and out of jags of sweaty sleep. Dream after dream. Some connected along a thread and the occasional hand grenade thrown into the mix. Like what the fuck was SHE doing there? It's best not to try to connect the dots sometimes. It can all be too much.
It's going to be a long, scattered day.