"Dance in the sun, you tepid idiot."
I appreciate the tough love, Tommo, but I think even getting up to tepid is a bridge too far right now.
What is this I'm mired in here? Sloth or depression?
Don't fall in love with your suffering, advises a speech impeded Eastern European philosopher in passing.
My youngest headed out for a summer camping trip yesterday with friends and was tested through his first night in a tent by thunderstorms, lightning and torrential downpours.
Texas is cooking at over 110 Fahrenheit degrees. Quebec is on fire and ruining the air quality for some of our outdoor weekend events down here. How selfish.
The sun wants to see you dance, party people.
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