Problem: The heat. Like, it’s satanically warm, too hot to do anything but stay inside.
Solution: So stay inside already. Draw the curtains, grab some garbage snacks, and hunker down by the AC to wheeze-laugh along to Samantha Irby’s “We Are Never Meeting in Real Life.”
The writer (prithee, hustle on over to her blog, stat) covers a menagerie of what would be, in more self-indulgent hands, some real bummer topics: anxiety attacks, an unreliable digestive system, and her orphanhood. But the chuckles and rib-clutchings are aplenty, and you’ll be so pleased with your decision to seclude yourself indoors.