Good afternoon, Internet.
I hope you’re all doing well. Me? I’m melting. But that’s all right, it’s the essence of summer, isn’t it? Melting. Drinking. Melting some more. I’ve already lost a few limbs, as it seems. First I lost my face, then, surprisingly enough, my calves.
Because of summer, Felicia and I are creating a summer playlist. We call it Nice with Nice (clever 💡) since we’re going to Nice later this month. I’m strictly adding french songs and songs that have a core of summer vibes.
Speaking of summer, our fridge can’t handle it. The sides of it are freakishly hot, like my old phone that literally burned my hand. It’s also growling, murmuring and making all of these weird noises that we a) don’t exactly know where they’re coming from, and b) don’t know what they mean. I don’t speak fridgeonian, unfortunately. If you do, feel free to leave a comment of what the following means: “GRwwwddoliii *pling* wwwsssrrrzzzgggrrlooowr”
It all ended up with us moving it from under the bench and out into our living space. It seemed like the only way to prevent it from burning up (!?!?). So now we’re constantly accompanied by a tiny fridge grumbling beside us. It does take up quite a lot of space. But, on a positive note, it seems to feel better. And, on an even more positive note, that means my insulin is safe (for now). Phew!
Our Cheese Plant, Wesley, on the other hand, is LOVING the heat. He’s grown like three times the size from when we got him??? How even. I’m equal parts impressed as terryfied. Apparently, I’ve just learned, they can grow into a significant size in a very short period of time. And once grown up, they can be frikkin’ huge. Presumably, a few meters high AND a few meters in diameter.
I have absolutely no idea how we’re going to manage to bring him home to Sweden when this year in Brighton has ended. Perhaps smuggling. I’m considering most options at this point.
Anyway, Internet, I hope you’ll have a wonderful cup of coffee today. Or tea. Whatever floats your boat.