Man, you are all talky meat.

I installed my bedroom AC complete with new insulation panels instead of those stupid baffles. Real foam insulation covered in metal contact paper, pipe insulation seals. All in under an hour! I rock! I am also slowly drying out.

Of course, it is now cool enough outside that I'm airing out the house (but ACing the bedroom, cause it can't cool the whole house alone.)

And this was after my 2 mile swim.

I'm a bit tired.

For the record, I love you people more than I love cake. And that's saying a lot.

Weekend plans include yard work and roller derby practice.

I don't think I'm facing an equal amount of pressure to look good as women are, despite trying to attract the gay male gaze. No way in hell are straight guys experiencing that degree of objectification.

I will cede to them that they experience far more in the way of expectations of being successful/a good provider.

Although Girls Inc. did a study a few years ago that showed that girls now feel a lot of pressure on everything -- to be smart and good in school, AND a leader, AND skinny/pretty, AND "sweet."

So the weather is nice tonight and I have my windows open. My cat was sitting in the window out to the balcony, and a guy walked by and my cat hissed at him.

The guy stopped and said somethig to Squeaky. She hissed again. Repeat. Finally he went on his way.

Oof.

OK, somebody on my balcony was calling to Squeaky. So I closed the window.

She's popular, but shuns her fans.

I got freaked out by some people in the alley staring intently at my kitchen window. Then I realized they were watching the 'Kin and Loki wrestling in the window, and yeah, it was a spectacle worth watching.

Devi is resting her head on my heel and purring. Which is sweet, but dang, cat. Did you not figure out it is kinda warm??

Uhg. I smell swampy. As in, it immediately makes me think of the Louisiana bayous. Body chemistry is odd. I was lying here thinking it was something from outside, but no, it is me. I was dripping by the time I got the ac installed. Cats keep licking me.

Guess I'll have my third shower of the day. Ah, summer.

I finally got a chance to watch the Revenge finale

I totally agree that there is no way Victoria was on the plane.

On how pregnant Faux-Amanda is, didn't they jump forward several months leading up to Daniel's trial--the shooting was Labor Day, and his trial was December or something like that.

This boot makes me wish I had the wardrobe to go with it. [link]