It's hot in Toronto.
Everything just seems so much more difficult to do.
Decisions seem harder to make.
Wheelchairs seem harder to push.
Kindness seems harder to manufacture.
Everything just seems to much more harder to cope with.
People are short tempered about everything.
Waiting behind someone counting change is cause for justifiable homicide.
One more 'hot enough for you' and I'm not responsible for myself.
Everything just seems much more pointless.
Ya wanna go out. Nah.
Ya wanna get some food. Nah.
Ya wanna ... Fuck off and leave me alone.
The point of all this?
Who has energy to write a blog?