jimicowan

Summertime

Figuratively & literally.
I finished my last final today for this semester. Unfortunately, it was one of those tests where it could be an A or could be an F. I’m quite certain the 4.0 is in jeopardy. It is what it is.

Either I’m a glutton for punishment or I really want to check out what this whole heat stroke bidness is about. I’m referencing running in the afternoon. 85° my ass. Perhaps that’s the air temps but anyone who runs in Tejas knows that means squat. My epidermis knows what’s up. Perhaps I just like sweating my bollocks off; probably more truth to that.

I’ve got some plans this summer. Books, tattoos, travel, the kiddo—it shall be an adventure and it pops off tomorrow.