Minnesota summers are so hot and humid that sometimes laying on the ground until nature completely absorbs you seems to be the best plan for coping.
this is all you get today. I scooped ice-cream for many hours yesterday and my tiny spaghetti arms feel like actual uncooked spaghetti noodles. I am going to be so jacked by the fall, but until then I would like to petition the government to send me a working iron man suit so that I may scoop more ice-cream without crying a lot. god bless america.