Equilibrium

Thursday, June 01, 2006 | comments (0)
It's so freakin' hot and humid in DC. How hot and humid? Well, normally, after I take a hot shower, the bathroom window fogs up. Today? Nothing. Crystal clear. Equilibrium, see? It was the same steamy temperature on either side. Luckily, San Francisco is in my very near future, so I can escape this armpit . . .

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