Hot

Hot. Brain fried. Not that it doesn't take much to fry my brain but fried it is. I meant to write all day to day but the back of the apartment is unbearable... oh! woe is me!

Now I shall retire to my chaise and (shhh!) loosen my stays before I succumb to an attack of the vapors. I have misplaced my bottle of Mrs. Godley's Elixir For Weak-Nerves so I will have to make due with a bottle of wine. Desperate times call for desperate measures.