The Summer Heat is Heavy

I am a Seattle Swede. 90 degree weather is not something to look forward to for us. Especially in my case, since I live on the top of an old brick apartment building.
As I write this, I sit in my underthings with the fan on me. The only lights are from my laptop, the city lights of my neighbor buildings, and the full moon currently residing directly above the Warwick hotel. My headphones cradle my head with Hungarian Eurotrash dance pop.
There really is no break for M.Div.s at my school in the summer. I still have one paper left, which directly afterwards is an intensive course for a week, then the fall.
I found an interesting picture. You can probably tell that Bjork means a lot to me; she is my high priestess. Her viking blood connects her to our past as scandinaviens and her avant garde vision makes her a prophetess. Someone recently told me that he sees me as a kind of Bjork for the church.
I can hope, can't I?