it's hot

it's hot.
right now that phrase is overused, but it's the truth, so i think that makes it okay to say.
it's 10:30 at night and the thermostat on my window unit says its 78 degrees in my apartment (which means that it has managed to cool the apartment off by a whole degree in the past 3 hours). normally i would think that's ridiculous, but today, i'll believe it.

i've been sitting in my living room alternating between reading and watching Ancient Aliens (I have to switch off because that show gives me the heebeegeebee's) and the sweat is just pooling over my body. i'm pretty sure that i don't normally break a sweat while reading . . . . it miiight have happened a time or two . . . let's just say i usually don't make a habit of it.

besides alternating between ancient aliens and reading, i've also been alternating my books between Zissner's On Writing Well and Francine Prose Reading Like A Writer. both books I've read multiple exerpts of (during entirely too many years of schooling) and (because I just can't seem to let school go just yet) i have decided to read in their entirety in hopes that they give me the structure, inspiration, and guidance that I'm really craving right now in regards to my own writing.

so, we'll see how this goes.