It's 72 in San Francisco. I think it was 108 in Sacramento though. But that's because we're protected by some wacky meteorological spell.
Also, there's a large raven making a lot of noise in my back yard.
Also, I've spoiled myself for the Harry Potter book by reading all the LJ reactions (including Fay's) which was really fun. It's fascinating watching the HP fanfic people bumping up against the new canon. While at the same time, the most common comment seems to be how informed by fanfic the whole book is.
You're always taunting me that way. Has it been three or four summers now?
No, fuck, it's four...that went fast, and slow, and fast, and slow.
The rollercoaster of my life. If I scream I don't vomit.
You're always taunting me that way.
Well, I'm evil but in that sensei way. Eventually you'll say, "Fuck Phoenix! I'm moving to where it's foggy!"
I've already said that...it's gonna take a while for the PTB to line things up in that direction, though.
I suspect it could happen.
It is one hundred and fucking *seventeen* degrees today here.
Hostile seventeen.
Summerland, by Michael Chabon.
Such a good book. That is all.
Quick recovery wishes for erika's Mom. And surcease of heat for those that wish it.
That sounds good to me.
(Singing "Only Happy When It Rains", not that well.)
Who do I have to kill to get one of those here?
Got any sacrificial virgins handy?
Happy Birthday Juliana!
Happy Belated Birthday to Ouise, jengod and Paul! (I don't think I've ever posted with Paul.)
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Er, actually, that's all I got. We got thunderstorms last night, but they were not cooling. At. All.
here, puppy, puppy...
Matt, is there any other way? I'd miss my dog.