The California sun ain’t playing around today, I can only assume that it’s training for Coachella. A kiddie cone filled with sweet, cold, vanilla tuneage is a definite must in these kinds of conditions.

It’s a difficult transition from being 100% workaholic to being full-time ruler of all things nothing (don’t get me wrong, doing nothing is brilliant. But I think all sitting and staring is becoming hazardous to my health)…