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It is so hot it's hard to sit here and blog. Not that I've been doing much blogworthy -- also the fault of the fucking heat -- so there's that. It's "only" 88 today so far, though my room is consistently two degrees less than outside, so it's 86 in here and miserable. Sleep almost didn't come, and by the time it did it was so heavy I almost ( Read more... )

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This morning my dreams involved going to a play or something, and some other stuff, and people. It took me too long to get to the computer to write them down. They were vivid, now they are barely even impressions. All I remember is that I had accidentally blown the cover on Neil LaBute as a vampire or something. Nobody believed in vampires, but ( Read more... )

There is a lot I should be doing, of course, but I haven't done anything all weekend.

Which would be nice if I hadn't spent yesterday doing it (the nothing) in 101 degree superheat.