cold comfort

it is too hot for everything. too hot for strenuous excercise...tho, true to kylie 2:electric boogaloo i did go running on monday morning but not since. too hot for sex. sorry, but there it is. i don't have air conditioning so my activities are seriously limited. if there was sex without touching, which one could argue is dancing, i would do it...the sex without touching part, not the dancing--too hot.

today i went to the public library across the street to try and get some writing done but i found it so relaxing, sitting in the green bean bag chair with my computer on my lap, cool air blowing up my back from the fabulous A/C, that i started to doze. i woke up with the library security guard nudging me with his foot and wagging his head at me. sure, random dudes can walk in off the street and surf porn on the public computers but nodding off is just going to far. now i'm home again just sweating in my underpants making this entry.

when i'm stressed about writing, about being creative i tend to watch the same movies over and over again...just play them for comfort in the backgroun while i stare at the screen of my laptop. i am going to watch Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone in a moment. it calms me. then, i will watch the other three movies...in sequence. i bet that friggin' castle is air conditioned. or at least drafty.