August 11th, 2001

nanowrimo 2010

(no subject)


Miserable night last night. For some reason the air conditioning had to be turned off. I slept in an 85 degree thunderstorm. It was sticky and unpleasant. I've learned not to ask why anymore.

Living with a woman who is your lover is sometimes just barely tolerable — living with two women who are your relatives is often intolerable.