18.IV.2002 ::: 17.14

what i told jeff is the same thing i'll tell you: it's so gorgeous-hot here that all i want to do is lie under the ceiling fan like a four-point star & listen to the cars stopped at the light under the open window.

okay: i don't like the cars. they force me to listen to bad music propelled from low-quality speakers.

but i like the gorgeous-heat. i like the lethargy.