The second part of summer session is dwindling down, but recently, anytime I have time that isn't filled with reconciling a list of things to do, I become totally lost. Free time? What?
In case you don't stalk the weather like me (I have many cities to check up on), NYC is currently in the midst of a heat wave. So, naturally, I decided to go to American Apparel yesterday with a friend in the pursuit of high-waisted shorts, and, naturally, their AC was dead. But still, like utter morons, we decided to stay there and began pulling things from racks to try on. The fitting room was like a sauna, and in no time, we were sweating. The wiggling into shorts that would no longer slide over our hips turned the entire shopping trip into a session of hot yoga.
Anyway, I must now go find ice cream.