it is just too fucking hot.

i laid a shirt out to dry yesterday, and when i woke this morning, pervy cat was using it as a blanket. god damn it.

i started another book yesterday: spin by robert charles wilson. very easy and enjoyable read so far, but lordy, have some authors made an art of blowing that.

i ate meat twice in the past two days. i feel as if i've just had thanksgiving--i'm not hungry and i'd rather just sleep.

i probably shouldn't, but i will anyways: fuck work and fuck this suburban sprawl city.