The Wee Democracy

it rains this morning.

it's been hotter than hell here lately, and that's getting pretty tiresome, so a little water seems like the answer, right? hell no. all it means is that the temperature drops maybe ten degrees, and everything gets wet and nasty and tomorrow, when the temperature rises back to its normal dantesque heights, it makes everything nice and fucking humid. goddamn texas.

see? this is why iowa is appealing to me. i don't think they have the same type of emotionally devastating climate there. y'know?

i feel bad for riqui. he's been such a good friend to me as long as i've known him, but i feel as though i cannot repay him, at least not in the immediate way by going to california to visit him. not for lack of wanting, mind you. i'd love to visit him. i just can't afford to spend the money right now, especially with a potential move in the coming weeks. so maybe sometime, after i get settled in iowa, if i move, i can visit him. it'd be great.

today is, of course, my last day to prepare both mentally and physically for my trip tomorrow, and the interview with the kind folks at the RC. i am ready.



feeling: an ever increasing semblance of confidence
thinking of: riquito, there in cali
song of the day: i am waiting - the rolling stones