92 degrees and climbing.

It’s way too hot and muggy for me to function right now. Damn the Santa Ana winds. I have a yard to weed, herbs to harvest, a site update to finish, and about 30 overdue orders to prepare, and all I can do is sit and drool.

I’ve been a moron all week. I left a money order at the table when Brian and I went out to lunch yesterday. Grr.

Tonight is Lon DuQuette’s Practical Enochian Magick workshop. I’ve been so excited all month, but the heat and smoke in the air is dulling my enthusiasm. The time change isn’t helping my nerves, either. I’m so wonky over it… I woke up at 7am this morning in a state of delirious confusion. I didn’t have time to make the pumpkin cheesecake (the workshop is potluck — n33t!) so I caved in and bought $50 worth of pastries from a local bakery instead. Somehow, I’m wracked with guilt over this.

I’ll post about the class when I get home tonight, assuming I have any energy left.

Bring on the Red Bull.