Nik Kershaw sang back in the '80s,The heat is stifling, burning me up from the inside
The sweat is coming through each and every pore
Don't wanna be here no more...
That pretty much sums up the way I'm feeling in a room with no air-conditioning.
On to better thoughts: Spent most of the day in an air-conditioned shopping mall with an old friend, looking at many wonderful items neither one of us can afford. Quite a lot of fun, and best of all, it was cool. Among other things, we tried on some mood rings and were interested to learn that there is no detectable difference between Romance and Despair.
Later in the day, my friend took me grocery shopping--her treat. (Gotta love a woman who says, when she looks at a cart full of groceries she's paying for that I'm going to eat, that I'm not taking enough advantage of her. How did I get such great friends?) We'd been talking earlier about this article
and wondering if I might be thought a potential terrorist, given that I have never used my Safeway savings card to buy pork but have
used it to buy hummus. I suppose my choices today of hummus and couscous must have unnerved her a bit--she made a point of buying a big package of pork spareribs for herself.
No news on the job front, unfortunately. Still wondering if I will ever get a paycheck before the end of this lifetime. Anyone want to place any bets? Not sure what the stakes could be, given that I don't have
any income, but I'm sure we can come to some agreement.