Sister and I finished our route today in the amazingly hip and happening big ass school van. The humidity is such that the air could at any moment take on a solid form and suffocate us all. Fat girl is not happy. Too little sleep, too much heat. And joy of joys it's my very favorite week of the month. I am grumbling under my breath about my stupid doctor's appointment that I thought was at 1, but is really at 2. Which means I get to kill an hour trying to stay awake. Then floating in from somewhere close by every little kids favorite sound...ice cream truck music. Fuck yes. Sister and I are diggin' in our purses like a coupla fiends. That little cup of overpriced chocolate ice cream that is all nostalgia and of questionable quality, bought from a slightly creepy old man and eaten with a tongue depresser masquerading as a wooden spoon, quite possible kept someone from being killed today. And me outta the pen. Word to the ice cream man.