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]

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.