Last night, I hung out in air-conditioned splendor. I was tired of being hot and I wanted to get a decent night's sleep. To celebrate flipping the bird to Mother Nature by enjoying someone else's A/C (legally), Ptichka and I had an Eastern European feast for dinner: beets, Polish sausage, and perogies. The cucumbers, while a truly Eastern European food, were our only concession to the heat outside.
Now, I'm at home. It's warm in the apartment, but it's warmer outside. It looks like rain. Yeah.
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