Spray

Sprinklers have been chattering in the darkness. The sound of Rainbirds makes me nostalgic. I recall being stuck in classrooms on fine days, listening to dull lectures, and suddenly hearing the sprinklers in front of the school go on. My attention would shift, and I would listen to the hypnotic sound outdoors and miss the lecture. I didn't do well in school, but I enjoyed many hours of imaginary play in the fountains spraying across the green lawns.

Reheated

Buggery computer.

Stepping out into the afternoon sun was like standing too close to a fire. At the same time, I keep getting chills. Very unpleasant it is to be hot and cold at the same time. Anyway, Sluggo hates it as much as I do. Now, I've got the air conditioner on for a while, but not for long. Brain fried with both heat and uncertainty, I have no idea what to say. No deer for weeks now. Maybe it's because the flowers are all dead from lack of water. That's another bill that has gone way too high. I'm so sick of being in this place. I want to go walk around in the fog at the beach, but can't get away. I'm too far inland. Nothing good can come of that. I've always known it.

Enough.