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No, you don't see them. They'll get linked tomorrow. Too tired now to get them up.

Met colleagues at Humperdink's for crack on a plate. Calamari. In strips sprinkled with chili pepper flakes. I had forgotten I'd said I would meet them and I was all about swimming... It was a nice couple of hours, but I mostly wish I'd gone swimming.

It's so hot outside I want to cry. This place. I am reminded of my first summer, my first August in Georgia. I sat on the couch one day crying my eyes out because it was too hot to go outside. Yeah, yeah, I know it was also because we'd just moved across the country and into a strange world of y'alls and confederate flags. But the heat was a force, an oppressor. It's like that here.

Tomorrow you'll see the hair as it is now. I've got to get some gloves so that I can try to re-purple the hair. The hot pink is growing on me, I confess. Still, I look forward to the purple (and the P&P dvd - six hours of prettily accented escapist therapy, cheaper than buying more shoes).