7.26.2005
gross
It's disgusting outside. It's hot and it's humid and it's sticky and it's gross. And it's been making me testy all week. So I try to stay in the bedroom, where I've got some air conditioning, but it's just so contained and what my mother might call "anti-social". And besides, according to this article in the Boston Globe, my air conditioner isn't working at peak performance anyway.
A note about anti-social behavior, while I'm on it. Britain has banned what it calls "anti-social behavior" by some teenagers. I think it's ridiculous. And if I choose to go off and be alone to read, I am not being anti-social. People don't criticize Thoreau for having been anti-social (though, to be fair, we do criticize him for other things, like being a pampered wannabe who had his mother bring him freshly laundered clothing).
Meh. Dinnertime, then back to the TV in my air-conditioned room...
A note about anti-social behavior, while I'm on it. Britain has banned what it calls "anti-social behavior" by some teenagers. I think it's ridiculous. And if I choose to go off and be alone to read, I am not being anti-social. People don't criticize Thoreau for having been anti-social (though, to be fair, we do criticize him for other things, like being a pampered wannabe who had his mother bring him freshly laundered clothing).
Meh. Dinnertime, then back to the TV in my air-conditioned room...
