Spent a damply humid morning followed by a disgustingly sticky afternoon in the city with the ever-loyal Spencer, who bravely helped carry groceries and apartmenty things despite it being much too impossibly hot to be out and about. We recovered in front of my useless air conditioner and watched Mulholland Drive, which was of course very David Lynch and as such I’ll probably have to watch it again if I want to grasp it at all.

I picked up some not-all-that-expensive curtains and a tablecloth at Urban Outfitters and as the curtains are currently occupying a doorway I might go back for more and use them on (amazingly enough) my windows.

It’s just much too hot and even my third cold shower of the day hasn’t helped my attempt to ascend to something resembling coherence, so I think I’m going to go watch another movie and hope to pass out eventually.