I've become part Floridian.
I think of it a bit like becoming a reptile. Your body has to re-program itself away from normalness, i.e. seasons, toward insanity, i.e. heat. It sucks something serious. This morning I had to put on a turtleneck (albeit a thin sexy one-- if you don't know how a turtleneck can be sexy, tis a pity) and a JACKET over it.
Although it's been cold, please don't mistake it, I haven't lost all sense. I know the difference between cold (Pittsburgh) and Florida cold. I know that the current temperature of 55 (That's it!?!?! What's wrong with my body!?!? I just knew it was in the low 40s since it's supposed to drop to 33 tonight) has everyone bundled up in LEATHER JACKETS AND a hoodie like the dude next to me in the library (ok bruh, you're overdoing it) and my hands feeling like blocks of ice. However, Pittsburgh at this moment is reppin 41 but it feels like 33. In Toronto, it has already snowed. Naw, naw, my dog. It can't be me! I have literally prayed to God that those days are over for me. Shout out to him in advance for making it happen.
Now on being M.I.A. My bad. Don't say you weren't warned about my absence. It felt oddly freeing not to have to check in daily. That doesn't mean I didn't think about you. I just barely had time to call Rah. And that's only because I knew he'd be up at 4 a.m. when I finally stopped working after 12-15 hours. Mommy didn't even get a call those last couple of days except a "I'll talk to you when it's over." But we caught up for an hour and a half yesterday. My mom rocks! Yours is a poor facsimile! MOM WARS!!
The film is "done." I'll let you see something and/or tell you more about it when I tweak it more and get it to a point where I like it more. If you think I'm hard on other movies, I'm TERRIBLE on my own. Next up: 15-20 page documentary history paper.