it's gonna be 45 degrees with the humidity today

ah, summer.

tonight? air conditionness chez marcmarcmarc (there's no way i would voluntarily subject myself to sweating on a night like this.

by the time i see Ffej on thursday, i fully expect that he will have gone feral in his sweltering apartment. his roommate will be dead, he'll have made a fur cape outta the dog, and will be playing bongos in his mind.

Alan is supposedly coming up september-ish, which i heartily hope for. it's been quite a while since our last pint. oh, and i have to meet The Blonde One as well, seeing as how I'm the best man and all (it's about time someone acknowledges that fact, apart from the legions of ladies, that is.)