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Thursday June 01, 2000, 18:06

Summer has hit and it's hit hard. I woke up this morning to the alarm clock, Simone got out of bed to shower and I fell back asleep. I decided that I was not, in fact, going to go in to the office today, before even realzing that it was going to be incredibly hot out. She trotted off to work, and I lazily got out of bed, showered, and parked myself on the couch with my laptop in my lap. I finished off last night's journal entry which had been cut short by my not being able to log back in (a combination of modem and crappy phone lines and well, whatever).

I then proceeded to work. Splash, giggle. Distraction. I looked out of my window and saw, for the first time, people around around the pool that I can see out of my living room windows. There is an apartment complex behind my building, red brick, fairly new, with a nice blue pool in the courtyard. If I stare at it long enough I can almost smell the chlorine.

As I watched, more people came out in bathing suits, towels in hand, either to sunbathe or to take a swim. Oh wow. It's hot out. It finally struck me that the breeze that came in through the open window was warm, almost hot. I could only imagine what it must have felt like in the sun.

Could only imagine what it must have felt like in the office. The office which is on the top floor of a building with a roof of tar covered wood. An office without, so far as I know, air conditioning. I suspect that if there are no objections, there will be more of these work-from-home days come hardcore summer. I mean, these days all I'm doing is documentation , and that I can do anywhere.

Interesting to note that there's still no coding going on around here. I suspect that this job and I are not a good match, but there's really no way for me to bring this subject up, so I don't, confident (for the moment, minute, maybe hour) in my decision to stay for a bit longer and see where this leaves me.

I walked outside earier today to try to get a copy of the Phoenix, the local free paper, but found all of the bins empty. What I did find, though, were two young women walking to the gym, vinyl swishy pants with the tops rolled down once at the elastic waistband and torsos clad in white, near translucent (as sweaty white tends to get) racer back (is that what they're called?) sports bra-type tops. Criss-crossing across their backs, watching their torsos curve in to waist and then back out again, slight creases of skin at their ribs.

Yes, I was staring.

I mean come on, two young women, hair high in ponytails. They were hot. You'd stare too. Pretty much everyone at least glanced at them as they walked down the street. What was I thinking? I was thinking that I really want to hang out with beautiful people again. Like in school. Where half of my friends were theatre people, and theatre people are, by definition, beautiful.

Reading reading. Yes, I stand by that. I'm an elitist bastard. But one who likes to be surrounded by people who turn heads. I was talking a while ago about Boston not having as many stunning looking people as New York. And it's true. More than that though, more than just wanting to watch them, I want to be hang out with them. Be friends with them. Know them to a point where I don't hang out with them and notice that they're all wonderful looking, just hang out with them. Get the a point where other people will look at us and say "Damn, those are some fine looking people."

What the hell? I'm one of those extroverted introverts. Or an introvert with some sort of complex. I wonder what sort that is.

Whatever. It's stupid hot out today and I spent the day in the apartment writing up documentation and drinking a lot of juice. And going through my collection of pop cds. Blink 182. 311. Bukimi 3 (well, not so much pop, but I wanted to continue the trend of the numbered bands).

I have no inisghts today. No interesting thoughts. No funny stories or anything like that. I suppose it's time for a nap.

19:18

I forgot to note that my building smelled like my grandmother's house today. I don't know what exactly it was, but it was that smell, when I walked into her condo, I would smell it. And I smelled it again today walking down the stairs.

Good night.

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