Summer is here as well as the heat the comes with it. I feel like I've spent half my life dehydrated and hot. I'm not installing my air conditioner because I'd just have to take it out when I move. In a strange way I enjoy the oppressive heat that leaves me drained after a workout and cramped for the rest of the week. I feel as if I lose half my weight this time of year. I move slower until the days seem incredibly long and drawn out.

I've been very busy since I last wrote. I managed to find a place and begin the move in next week. C promised to help, as did A. I need to arrange a truck to get my two pieces of furniture and everything else out there. Hopefully I'll be able to pick up a bed somewhere along the way.
It's a good place in a not so great neighborhood. To be honest I'm not sure if the area is good or bad as I've heard both. Whichever it is, everyone agrees it is up and coming which means there will be nothing but condos in a few years in which case I'll have to move out, probably to a worse area. Maybe by then I'll buy and stay. Don't think I want a condo though, would rather just buy a building.

Have been enjoying the benefits of lots of good ideas, both in work and writing. I'm getting a lot done and rather than write a few good paragraphs, question them, put them aside, rewrite them and ultimately throw them away, I instead have too much to handle. My free time is spent getting as much as possible down before anything else comes along.
I started two new stories this month and though I doubt both of them will turn into what I want, I know both have the potential and will both go farther than usual.

Years ago some friends and I predicted where we would be in ten years. Most of them expected to be at the job they hoped for, with kids and a wife. Everyone, including myself, guessed I would be somewhere alone with no air conditioning writing for hours. I think I'm the only who guessed correctly.