The heat must be doing something bad to the telephone lines. I can't get a decent Internets connection. It's all pages failing to load and frequent disconnects. Stupid dial-up. I've finally been compelled to turn on the air conditioner, too. I like air conditioning in stores and restaurants and theaters, and in big office buildings and hotels, where the machinery is hidden away on the roof or in the basement, and the only sound to be heard from it is the rumble of air rushing through the ducts, a distant urban rumble. I've never liked it in houses, though. The roar of the compressor right outside the window irritates me. By making it necessary to close the windows, and by drowning out most outside sounds, it also removes the house from its surroundings. Every time I glance out the window, I get the feeling that I'm in two places at once (or not anywhere at all.) Most disconcerting.
Still, it's nice not to be sweltering in here for a while. If I direct all the machine's force into this room, I might even be able to fire up Sluggo and rescue some more stranded files from his hard drive. I also need to fetch e-mail from the account that I've never moved to the new computer. I think I'll wait until the telephone lines have cooled off a bit, though.
Apparently, I had a good time at gutbloom's party a few days ago, but, to be honest, I have absolutely no memory of having gone. I must have gotten even drunker than is usual at these events. At least I was not among those arrested.