Kind of warm out

 According to the pocket computer device with internet connection where ever I go so it can monitor me and sell me shit, the temp will be the highest in the last 14 years...

And smackdown is still happening. Because we're brutal masochists or just really not smart? Maybe both.

We'll see. I kind of want everyone to just bail on it so I can, but it is also good chance to level up on the heat adaptation.

When is too warm too warm? Not this in my book at least. But maybe i should change it?

One of the guys in the hall here has nicknamed my Madone "The Batmobile" and, yanno? he ain't wrong. it does look a bit batmobile ish. all flat black and aero and finned and sleek and shit

Then I sit on it. NOT SO AERO ARE YOU NOW

But it is going to be warm... and what's the heat w/o some Robin Williams

So i drink some more water, work on trying to get things running better, keep checking on the resin and hoping it cures soon, all the stuff at once, while sitting here thinking about other random stuff, wondering if i have the copy of Dirt Rag with Batty on the cover. The other periodical I subscribed to just as it closed down. Kind of like when I finally re-upped the sub to BIKE only to have it fold then restart as BETA then poof. Gone. Been doing this for a long time.

This writing here, this riding bikes in the heat.

Yesterday I walked outside and was immediately transported to Southern PG County MD circa 1981-1986 in August. And it was a good thing, a good memory for a change. Got me wondering, and thinking, did my step mother know we were all a bit not normal? Is that what drew her to my dad, his not normalness? She was a strong advocate for testing for the twins, and that gave them the advantages of having their unique brain wiring accomodated. At least for one of them, me? I was just the shy weird 'smart' awkward quiet one? Or was I? I mean I was, and still am. Pretty clearly on one spectrum or another. I have to remind myself I'm not like a lot of people, but there are a lot of people like me. But we're all different and well, you know. Stuff. It just struck me as maybe the only adult who *might* have recognized the specific variety of my difference might have been my step mom. And that's kind of sad in some ways. I know my mother never understood me, was always as 100% frustrated by me as I was by myself and completely unable to figure me out, still I think maybe that way. But she still loves me and that's enough? Right? Dangerous road to travel here on...

Best jump back into focusing on the heat, back to drinking some more water, maybe finish this last bit of super salty pizza to help with the sweating. 

Check the stavas, lets see what happens

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