If I had balls, they'd be mighty sticky today.

Ok, here's where I complain about how hot it is and make excuses for not updating:

1. It's hot. It won't rain. The sun just beats down on my little head, leaving an attractive thin white stripe across the bridge of my nose-- a little glasses tan-line. My thighs are permanently stuck together. Forming coherent sentences proves futile.

2. Ris-boy and I have been playing tour guides. Guests are so much fun, but it's hot (see #1) and we live in a studio apartment. So each morning I descend the ladder from my loft-bed to see one of my friends sprawled out on the pull-out couch with a boxer-shorts pup-tent. Lovely.

3. Have I mentioned how hot it is? And that we don't have air conditioning? In fact, very few people have it in their homes here. Yes, I believe that Americans abuse air conditioning (there's no reason to crank it up to the point where you have to put on a sweater in August) but a little relief from 100� weather would be nice.

4. I'm moving in 2 and 1/2 weeks. I have to pack and ship my stuff, and say a little prayer, even though I'm an atheist, that it all gets there. I have to help Ris-boy pack his stuff and move it to his new place. I have to re-organize the office into some kind of logical system that the next school administrator can understand.

5. I'm totally in slacker mode. All I want to do is sleep late, take 4 cold showers a day, eat gelato, go out for aperativos and smoke a joint before bed. But then again, don't we all?

6. When I get back to the States, I have to get organized. Find an apartment. Find a job. Complain every chance I get about not being able to find decent tomatoes or free-range Chianina. Sob uncontrollably over having to sleep alone. Yadayadayada...

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm going to neglect this site for a bit. I'll try to update. So keep an eye out for rants about re-adjusting to life in the Good ol' U S of A.

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