It’s June. It’s Week 64…ish. It is ungodly o’clock in the middle of the night as I type this and it is STILL EIGHTY FUCKING DEGREES outside. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this (I have. Countless times.), but I fucking hate summer so goddamn much. (I’m not the only one.) It’s not even officially summer yet, and we’re in the middle of a week-long hellscape of ninety-some-odd-fucking-degree temperatures and I am unfathomably angry… Keep reading…It’s a coin toss…