So I finally got my 2010 planner up to date...

Six-and-a-half months into the year. I only BOUGHT it on July 3...it was like searching for the Holy fucking Grail. Shows you how utterly chaotic my existence has been this year. I am completely and totally off my zen without having my planner all full of facts and figures. I will take this as a further sign that the 2nd half of 2010 is now tilting in the UP direction! By the way, WHY aren't calendars half-price after July 1?

I'm ashamed to admit I've put in my AC

I feel like such a pussy. I used to be tougher than this. Sure, it's 87 right now at 1:50am after the 2ND day of breaking 100 at Newark, but I really thought I could get by without the AC. Even last night was fine. Not tonight, though. And why kill myself when I HAVE an AC sitting in the closet? I'm just a stubborn sonofabitch. Still pains me, though, that I caved and lugged the thing outta the closet at 11:30pm. Oh, yes, and it's Dipshit's...his last tie to me. It's the ONLY thing of his I didn't feel traumatized looking at after he moved out. Though I think I'll drop it on the curb after this season as The Final Piece of Him cut from my life.

By the way, as soon as this heat wave is over, OUT the thing comes! Not becoming reliant on this LUXURY of air conditioning. I AM proud to say, however, that the living room from where I write this remains an absolute hothouse, sweat is currently dripping down my chest, and my bare back is soaked against the couch cushion. Ahhh...a CLASSIC summer night!