It was feeling dark
and a lot like Eleanor Rigby.

The **** days were  getting progressively more ****
with each passing **** day, like a late stage cancer that could have been painlessly avoided had it been cut out early.
Now it was just too late.


The ***** fan had been blowing four days straight
the vacuum cleaner had broken when she tried to clean
her apartment two days ago, it was just hopeless
the carpet infuriated her and made her give up.

Giving up was a determination far beyond want.

The weather was so hot, so hot it justified its place as a conversation starter, even for those who hated small talk
and unauthentic conversation meant to lead only to short term gains that turned to ****, much like all the pervasive politics and tech startups on the west coast.

She walked to the chinese owned convenience store just last night.
The friendly check out girl was talking to the guy in line ahead of her about the temperature, so hot that it truly proved global warming was real, they said as they scoffed at those who didn't think global warming was a thing.

She was so disgusted after her cigarettes and canned alcoholic beverages were rang up, she was disgusted with the cigarettes and for supporting a chinese owned business whose entitled owners treated their friendly employees like ****, inferior ****.

She was disgusted as she remembered the just as hot days of her childhood,
and the total usualness of consecutive days of 100+ degrees fahrenheit every few years or so.