It is August in the South which just in case anybody reading this doesn’t know what I mean… it is hot. Some days it is so hot that even a spaghetti strap top feel like too much. I cut my hair off my shoulders and into a pixie cut and still I feel rivers running down the back of my neck most of the time. Blogging in the summer is actually something of an endeavor for me, because I can’t type with any speed at all as a consequence of my disability I have to use the speech recognition software. I never thought a set of headphones could qualify as a torture device but apparently they can. I also had no clue that your ears had sweat glands and zone in them… you learn something new every day I guess. I suppose I am merely suffering for my art but I wish I didn’t have to suffer quite some much. How many days until October starts?