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[bryiarrose]

it currently claims to be 75 degrees out with 70% humidity, but the air's not moving at all and so it just feels stifling in my apartment. even with all the windows open i've been reduced to wearing tank dresses and eating canned pineapple with chopsticks in protest. we need a storm please.

i still hate papers, finals, college, the whole mess. still feel like quitting would be nice.

don't i just get chatty when i don't want to do what i know i should?

Comments

[febrile.livejournal.com]

I always think of these as northern summer nights -- everywhere in the south has central air.

They're beautiful nights when you don't have to be anywhere the next morning, and you can lie in bed. It's maddening, but terrifically, fantastically rich for the senses; that feeling of unabating heat is better, I think, then the feeling of Chicago winter when you wonder whether or not you'll ever be warm again....

90 degrees!

[bryiarrose.livejournal.com]

this is all true. but when i'm rushing, trying to finish final papers, it does nothing to help my concentration, work ethic, or need/ability for power naps.

[notwolf.livejournal.com]

whatcha give me fer a storm? i happen to have one i'm not using...

name your terms

[bryiarrose.livejournal.com]

a blue bottle, some gouda and a songbrandnew. fair trade?

Re: name your terms

[notwolf.livejournal.com]

Whisper into the bottle and yeh've gotta deal.