Can it be me, this three?

[sovay]

Me: It is hot. It is so hot that I'm not sleeping. It is so hot that I'm not writing because my faculties of cogitation have cooked into an opaque jello. It is too hot to think about eating. Or moving.

Also me: Oh, my request of the new Benjamin January came in to the library, I'll pick that right up.

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[selkie]

Graghkle... garghk...ork.
*sizzles gently in front of a fan in a back bedroom*

Pack ice. Send pack ice.

[sovay]

Pack ice. Send pack ice.

I got seal vocalizations?

*hugs wrapped in frozen towels*

[selkie]

I just got the clips to load and that is LEGIT AMAZING.

SIRENS. SIRENS ON ROCKS NEAR COASTLINES. SINGING HUMAN SONGS OUT AT HUMANS PASSING BY.

*headsplodey*

[sovay]

SIRENS. SIRENS ON ROCKS NEAR COASTLINES. SINGING HUMAN SONGS OUT AT HUMANS PASSING BY.

I thought you should know.