That’s a Lawrence of Arabia reference. It refers to a stretch of desert that must be crossed, but very few come out alive because it’s so hot. It is also a reference to my bedroom during the day, because by the end of summer, the odds of me coming out alive are slim to none. It’s hot, damn hot. I’ve been pusified spending all those years in the bay area. Since I come from Arizona, I understood hot. When I first moved to San Francisco, I made fun of the people screaming about the heat when it reached 70 degrees. Now I’m one of them.
That’s all I’ve got for now. It’s too damn hot for me to think.
Oh, wait…nope nothing.
1 comment:
its cold in Chile!
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