Drip, Drip, Drip.

[rejectomorph]

(The subject line refers to sweat, in case you didn't guess.)

I wrote an entry this morning, shut Sluggo down to cool before attempting to post it, and then fell asleep without completing the task. Slept for nine hours, waking a couple of times feeling as though my bones had turned to lead and my brain to oatmeal. It's just as well I didn't post that entry, though. I've re-read it, and it's stupid. So to hell with it.

I just had a slice of the first casaba I've bought this season. It isn't quite sweet enough, though the texture is nice. They ought to be very good in a week or two.

The heat is going to kill me. Sluggo will be so disappointed. He thinks that's his job.

Not a single bird on the parched lawn, and the roses are withered. It's all too July for me.

Update: I wrote that at six o'clock, but Sluggo froze up (ironic, considering the heat today) and wouldn't let me post. I had to shut him down the bad way. I fear that he may be starting to rebel against the changes of recent days. Poor Sluggo. If only he knew how much more was yer to come!

Comments

[waning-estrogen.livejournal.com]

wow.
I've read about chiconet and mozilla.
what else is in the works?
it's not easy to keep up when
you only read a couple times a week

[rejectomorph]

I still need to configure some sort of e-mail client to fetch mail to my computer. It takes too long to read it online at a POP3 inbox. But I dare not load Sluggo with too much new software, lest it destroy the precarious balance of his tiny silicon brain, which teeters on the brink of madness. (Thus, Sluggo and I have at least this one thing in common.)