Tuesday, March 29, 2005


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.


At night.

I sigh and finally manage get up and go for a glass of water.


Why do I get the feeling it's going to be a long, hot summer?

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