94 degrees at not-quite-9-pm makes me one sweaty, cranky lass.
I am making good progress on the work I'm doing for S.
e. called last night and turned my nice feeling of solitude into a feeling of utter loneliness. i am not in love with him. i don't think he is in love with me. i just like having him around when he's in town and feel increasingly sad every time we part. maybe i should have him killed.