Monday, August 12, 2002
Okay, I don't feel too much like a cat right now. They love the heat, and I'm fucking dying here. Even with the big windows open there's no circulation for some reason. I don't feel like working, just diving into a pool. And you can't even call this working. There's no-one here but this guy who looks familiar but I can't place him for the life of me. I think my brain has frazzled. I'm glad we're going to see Dylan tonight. The apartment is going to be an oven, even with the windows open.
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