#Apparently the best way to write Jordan is to over-caffeinated and just write string of consciousness

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Wip Wednesday|Threshold Criteria for Somnolent Cephalopods| Chapter 2|

Jordan hadn't expected Arizona to be so Hot! It nearly got to 38c! Sure, she'd heard that deserts could get hot, but this was ridiculous. At least the van had a working AC. Not that she couldn't whip out something to cool the inside of the van. Maybe a sleeve with ice and and a fan to circulate air? Or maybe dry ice would be better? It would cool better and more quickly. No, no, dry ice would produced CO2 and that wouldn't work in a confined space. Maybe if they managed the right balance of liquid oxygen and CO2? Anyway, Tombstone had been interesting. Jordan had never been terribly interested in American history, she'd never been very interested in her own countries history for that matter. It always seemed like a tangled web of he said she said, rather than any hard fact. A mess of half-remember cause and effect. Jordan liked things that made sense. People rarely made sense, especially when there was something [at stake? to hide?], and they were the ones to write history.