it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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bless my soul, you really think you're in control?

1526 words on The White City today, and the plots are both really starting to roll. Of course, that means that I now have to figure out what the hell is going on that ties these two murder mysteries together, but hopefully I can do that during the concert tonight.

A concert that I must go get ready for soon, though the idea of putting on presentable clothes in this heat and humidity makes me want to crawl into an ice cave and die.

Lunch today was guacamole tacos. It was too hot for anything else.

More water with lime and mint, dammit. And I made sangria for tonight, so there will be something cold and sweet and fruity when I get home. That may in fact be all the dinner I can stand.

Tyop du jour: Dyachenko shot the door behind him.
Tags: abby irene, the white city

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