It’s nights like this that I regret living in the city. As I type the mercury dropped below 70 in Austin for the first time since an unseasonably cool and wet June. Although the sun comes up in not quite four hours, people who know about these things claim the temperature will drop another fifteen degrees by then.
I just want to go out and run around nekkid [sic].
Aside from the maliciousness of the state, I have aesthetic reasons for not doing so.
I will have to figure out how to “get cold” in some clever way.