April 17th, 2002. - 2:06 p.m.

This summer weather is not appreciated.

Disgustingly humid and warm. One cannot walk about without feeling the heat penetrate the flesh, deadening the senses. Summer is a most ungraceful time. And when it begins, I wish I could fastforward the whole ordeal.

Though with the onset of this horrendous weather, I find a new appreciation for the stars, various planets and the moon. Shall have to find an individual to explain them out in the country. Lying on the ground. And staring for hours. Sigh.

N.

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