The dread "summer hole".
Nothing is happening. Long, smoldering hot days seamlessly flow into long, sweltering hot nights, with occasional cataclysmic thunderstorms causing 22.000.000€ in damages. We party all night and sleep all day, like twisted jet-set savages on the bender that will end the universe. The last time something worth mentioning happened was about three weeks ago, and nobody is really sure what it was, or when something will happen again. My brain feels dried out, starved for action and immobilized by an excess of free time, capable of nothing but the most basic urges. And methodical binge-drinking.
Thank the stars that all of this ends tomorrow morning. At 9am tomorrow, I'll wish for the lack of anything to do like a forlorn prisoner on a distant island. But hey, somebody has to brick the new garden wall.
Thank the stars that all of this ends tomorrow morning. At 9am tomorrow, I'll wish for the lack of anything to do like a forlorn prisoner on a distant island. But hey, somebody has to brick the new garden wall.