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Holy crap it was hot in the subway this morning. I was soaking. I felt like I lived in waterworld and I was swimming to the office. There are upsides to the heat though. In regular heat the crazies come out, but in excessive heat and humidity, ever they're too tired and cranky to exert effort of any kind. You can actually tell which ones would be crazier if the weather was different. I walked by a guy today who was clearly a psycho, but it was so hot he was just standing there reading a paper. I couldn't believe it. The guy was obviously as nuts as Miggs (the dude who slung his spidey web at Clarice Starling) but instead he was leafing through the style section.

I need an apartment. It needs to happen now that I've figured out the economics of it. And soon. I'm sick of waiting to be pissed about moving, I just want to be pissed about having to move. Anticipation of death is worse than death itself, they say. So be it.