victoria

it's been really hot here recently. i haven't been able to work because my room will regularly hit 100+ degrees. and that's not great. but it's also not great atop that because i genuinely fucking love my spaces being like, not just chilly, but cold. actively cold. "room temperature" to me is 60. so like, so like, when i see "feels like 110", understand: it is like. literally twice as hot as i like my shit to be. 100% more hot than i would like it to be.

a lot of thoughts about the mcelroys, the "what if disco elysium was cottagecore and about finding a missing cat" post, and escapism, probably not very coherent but on the mind. this is basically just journalchosting actually hold on-