You know, I'm really tired of bitching about the heat. But seriously, there's nothing else to bitch about.
Oh, right. There is my hair. My fucking too short, won't even get off my neck in five (five!) ponytails, ridiculously incompetent hair.
And I suppose I could bitch about money. And writing jobs that are actually disguises for advertising campaigns (where has our ethical code gone?).
Or I could complain about this being Aaron's last week in town before he goes on a three-to-four week business trip, oh my hell.
But meh, it's too hot to bitch and complain.
Let's see... good news... good news.. hmmm... good news... oh! Yes! I got some sewing time this weekend. But I can't ruin my friend's birthday surprise so I have to hold off till next Monday. Damn.
You would like me to bitch about that?