Tuesday, March 29, 2005
PARCHED
In my room, the industrial fan begins to blow warm air. The atmosphere greedily sucks up moisture from the only available source in the area - me.
My throat turns as disturbingly dry as my sex life.
I put down the book I had been reading, but remained seated on the mattress for a minute.
Then five.
I reach over to check my wristwatch.
11:31.
At night.
I sigh and finally manage get up and go for a glass of water.
Shit.
Why do I get the feeling it's going to be a long, hot summer?
My throat turns as disturbingly dry as my sex life.
I put down the book I had been reading, but remained seated on the mattress for a minute.
Then five.
I reach over to check my wristwatch.
11:31.
At night.
I sigh and finally manage get up and go for a glass of water.
Shit.
Why do I get the feeling it's going to be a long, hot summer?
