melting...

When I went to bed last night my thermometer read 89 degrees.
It was at 84 degrees when I awoke feeling less than rested and refreshed.

It's really not so bad if you sit quietly in front of a fan with a popsicle and a large glass of ice water. A kiddie pool was not purchased as one was located on the property. It may seem silly, but I'm still considering buying one of my own. I don't want to feel obligated to include people as technically said found kiddie pool is community property. To all who attempted to reach me this weekend regarding plans: I apologize. I was in deep hermit mode and not able to rise to the proper mindset to be social. Instead I played Scrabble (and yes, I got beat every time), drank margaritas, listened to some Flaming Lips, watched some Pee-Wee's Playhouse Season 1, read some Going Nucular: language, politics, and culture in confrontational times, played some more Scrabble, drank some beer, had a Chinese picnic on the lawn, probably got West Nile virus given the number of mosquito bites I acquired, ate a good burrito, watched Dave Chappelle's Block Party, read the rest of the Anastasia Krupnick series, got to go for a ride to Saugatuck in an airconditioned car, and watched Clerks. Life...life was good.

I not only didn't talk to but a handful of people, I also managed to completely avoid the news. Nice to see nothing's changed in the Middle East. Nice to see the country is still fixated on the fate of Barbaro. Nice to see Discovery not blow up on re-entry. Nice to see Bush is finally going to veto a bill and not only that he's vetoing a bill that 70% of Americans support. Nice to see Dick Devos put out another ad that says absolutely nothing.

Tonight maybe the beach. Or maybe I'll actually feel like being around other people and want to find a nice airconditioned watering hole.

The Speedway on Washington has gas prices listed at $3.15/gallon.
And that's for regular gas.

Yeesh.

Or maybe staying at home for some Scrabble and some redemption. Or maybe watching disc 1, season 2 of Deadwood in front of a fan.