first time.

Lord, I am so hot. Not in the attractive sense, but in the it-feels-like-I'm-sitting-in-a-pile-of-sweaty-balls sense. I wonder if my hypothalamus is broken.

I've begun reading "the road less traveled" again. It is a slef-help book, in the true sense, but I've accepted that, and will read it in a less crtical way this time.

what a pile of random words this soapdish teapot manifold digressor.

Off to bed.

Future posts will be far more interesting, mind you.