i recommend walking around naked in your living room.

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dateline: oZ sauna

22 july 1996 10:29 p.m.

It can't be worse than this in Atlanta. My internal barometer tells me it's about 88 degrees at 113 percent humidity tonight, and it's never wrong. Well, rarely. I swear, I'm choking on the air! I've taken two showers tonight, two walks down to Kuhio and back (it isn't much better outside), and still feel totally icky. Every time I shift in my chair I have to peel my thighs off the cheap pink vinyl. If you think that image (and the accompanying sound effect) is needlessly graphic, I won't even go into my current wardrobe. I love the rain. When it rains. Why won't it rain?! It's so miserable, there's no question there's malicious intent behind this torture. The gods must've caught wind of the A-Team movie. You can feel the clouds yearning for release. The weight -- I can feel it on my face -- is like a muffled scream. The clouds wants to burst, god knows everyone in this city wants them to burst, but it's like the tiny pin to pop the sagging sky is only being waved milimeters away by some sadistic spirit. Derek and I talked today; his brother's home and is getting pampered to death by their mom (why, was that a hint of jealousy?). The chat didn't last long, though. My ears were practically clogged, and I couldn't keep a sure grip on the phone. Just as well -- on his end I think it came across as relentless whining. Today is Jen's day off so we might hook up in about an hour for a midnight snack. Might end up at Zippy's as usual, or maybe drive over to Anna Miller's. I don't care where we go at this point, as long as it's air conditioned. I wonder if I can camp out in Hamilton? Of course, then I'd need a fur coat. You can't win. I added a couple of journals to my smattering of links. I owe the work to a burst of energy that came from a shameless ego-stroke I got today, when I found out Willa added my diary to her list. To fend of suicidal thoughts tonight I put the fan on high and toured through a few of my favorites. I've noticed that there's a disturbing correlation between women who write web journals and their ownership of cats (or, by cats). I think I'm the only one without a cat, but I still love them. I'd have one if this building allowed it. For now I just sneak a piece of pepperoni to the cats at UH now and then. I'm going to take another shower. A cool one. Aaaaaugh! What was it that you did to make it rain? Kill a spider? I can't remember. I can't think. Ug.