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It Must Be the Weather

Temperatures nowadays are approaching to boiling, -broiling, -baking, -barbecueing, or anything that will cook anybody’s ass off as soon as they step out of the comforts of their houses. Could it get any hotter?! Arrggh.

Making matters worse, besides being uncomfortable and extremely sweaty, is that I’ve been fidgety. It seems that I can’t really stay in one place and there are a thousand things in my mind right now. Thoughts are blazing throught my head so in order for me to spend off all the pent up energy, I cooked spaghetti as soon as I went home from work. It’s not actually spaghetti coz I used linguine but I’m still calling it spaghetti.

Anyways, I’m writing coz there seems to have some fidgety feeling left in me (still). I played with tappy (the dog) earlier. But running around outside with the dog chasing me didn’t really help. It just left me with slobberings and a massacred pillow*. Also had quite a long chat with my cousin Grace and cousin-to-be. Still didn’t work.

It’s already midnight but I’m not even feeling a bit sleepy. I guess this means a very long night with a book** I’ve (re)-read a hundred times.

* The pillow is now unrecognizable as its stuffing which is supposed to be stuffed inside is now stuffed outside. It has ceased to be a pillow and will now be called an un-pillow. Nyahahah

** Tom Clancy’s (very old and outdated) The Hunt for Red October