Two entries in a row! Why that's, that's...normal! Where are those back entries? Um...in my paper journal, in my head, up my ass, stuff like that.

Boy howdy, did it ever rain like a motherfucker yesterday.

I got soaked immediately upon walking out of my door, because there's a place on the roof like a waterfall that I had to walk through to get to the street. I thought that my umbrella would shield me, and it did, except for my left arm, which got drenched from shoulder to wrist. So much so that my sweatshirt, that I hung on the back of my chair as soon as I got to work, was still damp nine hours later. My sandals stayed wet all day, too.

The worst thing, though, was the air conditioning. It's as though people think "It's summer, it's July, it's the northeast, the air conditioning must go on! No, no, higher, it isn't anything like cold enough yet!" rather than, "Goodness me, it is raining, the high temp for today is 68°, everyone is soaked and shivering, perhaps they would prefer not to sit under a vent blasting icy air right on their wet clothing."

Nope, it's all "Summer=Heat". Now it's "Summer=Pneumonia".

This really is the least summery summer in a while. The Raccoon was complaining about it the other day, but not me. Not after reading everyone's journal entries about how flipping hot it is everywhere else in the country, I'm not! Not to mention my entries from last year at this time, when we were in the middle of such a heat wave.

There may be alot of rain, but we have also had more than our share of beautiful Spring-like days, and in July in New York, that is nothing to sneeze at! You know, unless you have sat on an air-conditioned van in wet jeans recently.

Hey, a couple of people got t-shirts yesterday, thanks so much, guys! It's not so much the money, which is minimal, than the thought that you think enough of me to want to wear a shirt with my name on it, that means alot.

I was reading Karawynn's e-mail journal last night, and she's doing the t-shirt thing, too, not through CafePress, but on her own. Of course, she is selling more t-shirts than anyone else ever could (if six dozen people wanted my t-shirts, I'd about faint), but she said that the reason that she wanted to was so that readers from far-flung places could find each other.

So there you go! Get a Mighty Kymm t-shirt and strangers will come up to you with a light of recognition in their eyes and say, "The Mighty Who?"

On Journal L, the following exchange took place:

AL
Is there anything you are a bit of a fanatic about, or could easily become a crank about? How do you write about it without driving people away? Yet if you hide it, are you being honest about yourself? How do you balance being honest about what interests you, and obsessing about it?

ME
People may be a trifle tired of reading about my heavy breathing over Russell Crowe...

JOLENE
You know I don't read you regularly, so I can't say I'm tired of reading about it, but I will say that the funny thing is that whenever I see Russell Crowe AT ALL, these days, My first thought (after the initial Oh my god, baby baby baby) is "I wonder if Kymm knows about this."

See? We have to get married to each other, it's fate! Give it up, Meg.

I was reading yesterday's entry after I wrote it, and I realized that I didn't sound a thing like me, but instead like the journaller that I had been reading directly beforehand.

Who do you think I sounded like? Do you pick up other people's voices accidentally?

And we're still talking about being slobs, our top ten songs, inconveniences, conversations, and obsession with the X-Men.

Today's horoscope:
Even though you are capable of much versatility, it is not your job to do everything. Remember to prioritize tasks.

One year ago today:
If all the boys and girls in all the world who believe in fairies clap their hands, we will get our own fax machine!

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