God, it's oppressive. I'm going to costco this afternoon to buy a window unit, if any such unit should exist there. I feel dull and stupid; I stayed up too late last night again, reading and thinking and listening. But now I feel so soggy and like I can't think. I ran two miles and then just stopped. These hot weather runs are turning me tan and my hair, already light, is bleaching out for the summer, but I feel so gross and sweaty. Even the mountains look hot and tired. 

I need to be thinking, because there's a release going out next week. At the end of next week will be Redwings again, which I am actually really excited for. I like festivals, though I don't really know any of the bands this year aside from a few local ones and of course the main act. Still, it's cheerful to think of something fun. 

Okay, more later.