As the heat wave continues in London, I think I am starting to melt. I never thought that heat rash was an actual thing... but I haven't reached a comfortable temperature since first term. The only thing I remember from this day before ten o'clock at night is sweat and tears. The sweat on my body. And the sweat vaporizing and emanating from the people on the tube. Tears from not feeling cold in weeks. We spoiled Americans are dying a slow, moist death.
Drama aside, we had a girls night out (as if any night out includes another gender). A few of us went to the Court and they took advantage of the drink specials while I sipped on my new drink of choice: cranberry juice with a lime. The night was not particularly eventful, but that is usually better than the reverse.
So much hair between the two of us
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