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[fredericks]

Lemonade! Wants it! My precious!

Hot like burning right now. I'd be enjoying it more if my house had central air. Or if I had powerful fan. As it is my very cute ceiling fan with blades shaped like leaves (my bedroom is painted in shades of green, I thought I was making a wonderful decorating statement) is doing nothing but circulating oven hot air. It's seriously like sitting underneath the set dryer in a beauty parlor. I'd love a stray thunderstorm to roll through sometime soon.

Because I have the attention span of a gnat I started another book this morning, the first Cal Leandros book, Nightlife. More fluff (I read so much escapist literature it's not even funny), and for some reason the story along with the author's prolific output (five books in the series over the last four years) reminds me of Butcher's Dresden books. But I'm totally sucked in, to the point where I went down to B&N during lunch and picked up every paperback Leandros book currently out. Obviously my reading list isn't long enough.

And, uhm, I signed up at smallfandomfest to write some stuff this summer. Yikes? Begone, Writer's Block! Hopefully.

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[missjhyde.livejournal.com]

Thunderstorms are supposed to come through tomorrow night. I hear you on the heat -- thank God my hubby put in the big wall unit today. Otherwise myself and the little squirt would be in miserable shape right now. What part of the metro area are you living in? I'm right off exit 64 on the LIE

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Dude, you're all the way out on the island. *grin* I'm in Queens. It's oppressive. Like, Monty Python sketch-level oppression going on with the heat right about now. I'm tempted to take a cold shower, but then you just end up sweating more when you get out.