Hot Town, Summer in the City...
Monday, June 7th, 2004 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanGod, it's still only 7 June and at 23.34 as I type, it's so damned hot. Summer doesn't officially start until the solstice, you know...
I really am too hot to do any more. I've been resurrecting the lost character sheet, and quite enjoying it. Nearly three full pages in and no sign as yet, of a cut and paste session, though that will doubtlessly come later on in the writing. But I'm stopping now. It will have to wait until tomorrow, I just can't concentrate - it's time for a cup of something without caffeine in it, and a cool shower. A tepid shower, in fact (I would go for cold, but I don't think my heart could take the sudden temperature change...). The hope for the shower is provided, of course, that the Polish Brigade TM aren't hogging the bathroom as is their wont.
You'd think it would be fun living in a house with a random assortment of girls in their twenties, wouldn't you? Well it's not. Loud and prolonged giggle fits, atrocious music and thunderous feet up and down the stairs like heavy weight mice on speed.
At least they aren't playing Abba's Greatest Hits again tonight.
I just read that back. I'm getting old. I can imagine me dad saying the same thing twenty-five years ago.
Stroll on...
A nice shiny Stalin Award to anyone who can identify this quote without googling it:
What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance!
Jane Austen, Letters, 18 Sept 1796
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
I really am too hot to do any more. I've been resurrecting the lost character sheet, and quite enjoying it. Nearly three full pages in and no sign as yet, of a cut and paste session, though that will doubtlessly come later on in the writing. But I'm stopping now. It will have to wait until tomorrow, I just can't concentrate - it's time for a cup of something without caffeine in it, and a cool shower. A tepid shower, in fact (I would go for cold, but I don't think my heart could take the sudden temperature change...). The hope for the shower is provided, of course, that the Polish Brigade TM aren't hogging the bathroom as is their wont.
You'd think it would be fun living in a house with a random assortment of girls in their twenties, wouldn't you? Well it's not. Loud and prolonged giggle fits, atrocious music and thunderous feet up and down the stairs like heavy weight mice on speed.
At least they aren't playing Abba's Greatest Hits again tonight.
I just read that back. I'm getting old. I can imagine me dad saying the same thing twenty-five years ago.
Stroll on...
A nice shiny Stalin Award to anyone who can identify this quote without googling it:
What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance!
Jane Austen, Letters, 18 Sept 1796
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Living with girls
Date: 2004-06-08 05:19 am (UTC)