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rejectomorphTwo o'clock Monday morning it's still eighty degrees outside. Sunday was nightmarish, but I still fixed a large dinner, though I forgot a crucial ingredient. I'll fix it in the leftovers. That's assuming I survive the rest of the night. It' supposed to get down to 69 eventually, but I wouldn't bet money. Still, I should be able to open the windows and turn the fan on in a while, and then I can get to sleep and hop the need to pee wakes me up around seven so I can close the windows again and turn off the fan before I start getting hot morning air in here. Sunday I didn't make up until after eight, and by then it was verging on sultry. I haven't been peeing as much as usual the last few days, despite downing lots of water, and I suspect it's because I'm sweating it all out. There's nothing like starting a new season with a maximization of misery.
Either today or tomorrow there should be plumbing done around here, and some if it will probably have to be done in this apartment, and I'm not looking forward to it. I'm unwashed, out of clean clothes, and have spent the last hundred hours or so drenched in sweat. All real ego boosters when you have to deal with new people. All I need now is to discover that my dinner gave me gas. I just keep telling myself things could be worse. And it's a sure bet that in July they certainly will be.
One bit of good news. When I opened the window a while ago I heard a cricket in my backyard. It has since stopped chirping, but I'm hoping he found a mate, not been eaten by some nocturnal predator (only male crickets chirp, and chirp loudly only when they are seeking a mate. If a mate appears, they stop chirping for a while and then begin chirping again, but only very softly. Whispering sweet nothings, I suppose.)
And yow, a browser crash just ate another half hour out of my night. Happily it gave the night time to cool a bit more and the outdoors is now down to about 76. In here it's 78. I might actually get almost comfortable while I sleep. Sleep should come soon despite the discomforting heat. I've been awake for too long, and can barely keep my eyes open. Maybe I'll dream of the owl and the pussycat, sailing away in a beautiful pea-green boat, over a sea of my sweat.
Either today or tomorrow there should be plumbing done around here, and some if it will probably have to be done in this apartment, and I'm not looking forward to it. I'm unwashed, out of clean clothes, and have spent the last hundred hours or so drenched in sweat. All real ego boosters when you have to deal with new people. All I need now is to discover that my dinner gave me gas. I just keep telling myself things could be worse. And it's a sure bet that in July they certainly will be.
One bit of good news. When I opened the window a while ago I heard a cricket in my backyard. It has since stopped chirping, but I'm hoping he found a mate, not been eaten by some nocturnal predator (only male crickets chirp, and chirp loudly only when they are seeking a mate. If a mate appears, they stop chirping for a while and then begin chirping again, but only very softly. Whispering sweet nothings, I suppose.)
And yow, a browser crash just ate another half hour out of my night. Happily it gave the night time to cool a bit more and the outdoors is now down to about 76. In here it's 78. I might actually get almost comfortable while I sleep. Sleep should come soon despite the discomforting heat. I've been awake for too long, and can barely keep my eyes open. Maybe I'll dream of the owl and the pussycat, sailing away in a beautiful pea-green boat, over a sea of my sweat.
