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Trancendence...
Jun. 7th, 2005 03:47 pmIt's hot.
Don't get me wrong. Usually, when the temperature spikes past 73 degrees, I'm as happy as a lizard on a rock. When it gets past 80, though, I'd like there to be air circulating...and in my mother's house, there's not.
So it's hot.
And I offer up this morsel, from Steven Brust's weblog, and wonder where the nearest Baskin Robbins is...
Take care, all.
Don't get me wrong. Usually, when the temperature spikes past 73 degrees, I'm as happy as a lizard on a rock. When it gets past 80, though, I'd like there to be air circulating...and in my mother's house, there's not.
So it's hot.
And I offer up this morsel, from Steven Brust's weblog, and wonder where the nearest Baskin Robbins is...
Take care, all.
