Nah, she'll torture me plenty next time she is down here. And makes me try to Talk To The Cute Boy.

Remember, if you do not Talk To The Cute Boy, I will Talk To The Cute Boy For You, the next time I'm there. And I don't do subtle, so the conversation would be something like "Oh, I'm here visiting my friend Cass. Who, by the way, thinks you're very charming and attractive. You two should go out for coffee or something."

He *is* very charming and attractive. So I really do try to talk to him. One of these days? I will succeed even. I hope.

Honest, there are times? I am actually good at this. I really believe it.

Now I'm craving chocolate.

My apartment is close to 80 degrees. I can't get to sleep.

Anybody around?

waves hello to Hil

Hi Anne!

Haven't gotten to sleep at all tonight. My apartment is too humid to sleep. I've managed to get a tiny bit of a breeze by turning on a fan and opening all the windows, but not much. (I turned off the air conditioning. It's useless.)

Unless this gets fixed, I think this will spoil my plans to bake cupcakes today. No way I'm turning on an oven in here.

Oh. that sucks, Hil. Are you supposed to get any kind of break in the weather soon? We're supposed to hit mid-nineties this week, and I'm dreading it.

And no, I can see where baking cupcakes sounds as if it would be remarkably unpleasant.

Looks like it's supposed to stay in the eighties for the rest of this week, which isn't too bad, but the humidity is horrible.

Bah. I wish I could suggest some remedy for that. We've been lucky to dodge that particular bullet this summer (so far) but I think our luck runs out soon.

Although I don't miss the weather, lately I've been missing being out on the East Coast and within easy visit range of other buffistas.

Hey, Hil and Anne!

I must get in the shower, but I don't feel like it. Ah, well. Must get going and help people. It's my new something. Have a good day, Bitches!