Mavis will save us

it is NASTY hot in princeton.

i received some new inspiration today for how to make this blog less like my angsty livejournal in high school. which it was becoming, in parts. no more attempts at generalization+universal truth. just the facts, ma'am.

i'm helping my roommate type responses to the backlog of emails she's accumulated in the past few weeks. she has a problem with her hands - kind of like carpal tunnel, but inoperable - that kicks in off and on and makes it impossible for her to type. so she's writing out responses by hand, which i will type up. the little slips of paper are spread out over our makeshift coffee table (bedspread, two boxes, a flimsy board torn off an old piano).

also i am wearing a bikini top. as i said, nasty hot.