hot hot heat
As I hope to not leave the bedroom with the AC and the fan on, I must leave the bedroom, for beautiful Duglaston, Queens, the outer of the outer burrough, the thin dividing line between all that is suburban and beautiful Queens, and all that is beautiful Long Island. Tonight, will be another fantastic night of hot hot heat, cranky French DP’s, and sweat. I have fantasies about finishing the green Salsa bicycle. About selling my other bikes. About building a shoe rack, and a desk. And maybe a kitchen island. Who knows? All I know is sweating.