Sunday, August 12, 2007

Isn't There Some Folk Song About the Pirate-Elf-Queen who Dies of a Heat/Humidity Stroke in Tennessee?

If there isn't there should be! Mercy, its so hot outside!

OK, so I'm still trying to live in denial about summer being an actual season, but its hard to lead a rebellion against heat and wear coats and such when its 110 degrees (farenheit). I need fall. Now.
I wish there was a place of perpetual Fall-ness. Doesn't that sound beautiful? So poetic.