contrariwise, where’s some gazpacho when you need it? (it’s too hot for hot, if you know what i’m saying).
i’m feeling that spike at the back of the throat, anyhow. like the milk’s all spilt and the tail’s curdled over. otherwise, there are no dreams that are recurring these days. only that creakiness upon waking and lumbering off to work. (do i lumber? early in the morning)
kilimanjaro’s a pretty respectable mountain, all in all.