  it topped 100'F just now. the weatherbug icon in the toolbar went from black to red. something i've never seen happen. i'm outside doing my homework (all that i can w/o a laptop that i can see the screen with in the sun). yes, i'm wearing sunscreen. all this squishy body to cover? more meat means more chance for sunburn woes. more surface area to worry about. all my professors have offered me the option of an "I" in light of the pending surgery.
which, by the way, i'm still waiting to hear on. so glad the weather has a 12% humidity rating, or i'd be in even worse pain. i braved it and went to classes today anyway. just took drugs and winced. like Formo said, "I can't believe you're doing anything . " I agree. tomorrow's a big day. i have until wednesday to turn in a paper that i only outlined this morning during lectures. i think i'll lean on my recently acquired knowledge of Virginia Woolf to tackle papers for other classes. talk about Intentional Fallacy (refute), Formalism, Feminism... i like my headings to rhyme. it's strange. this is the end of my undergraduate life. all the stress of it that has been compounded exponentially by body problems... yet i find myself trying to savor the moments. like moving out of a house to a better place, yet feeling sentimental for your old haunt. even promotion contains an underlying loss.
i need to clean my house if i'm to have my head on straight tomorrow when i talk to Cassel. sounds like those two things aren't interrelated, but they are. mental clarity is heavily dependent on environment. loving the heat. i promise not to spend too much time in the yard until i'm fully browned. white to tan doesn't happen in one afternoon. 
