ACCOZZAGLIA

92°F/33.3°C in my flat. I committed to killing two birds with one stone by doing laundry in the air conditioning at the laundromat, but i can’t seem to summon the energy to get in motion and get my arse down there. when it’s like this, you simply don’t want to move. or eat. or sleep. or think.

if only i could do something about these west windows, the love-hate relationship i have with them.