06-12-00
Rumbling, grumbling dissatisfaction. Maybe it's the weather, the hot sticky can't think straight weather. Or the lack of quality summer television programming to distract me from my distractions. Or, perhaps, a combination thereof. Regardless of the source, I'm feeling restless.
There is no rhyme or reason to this discontent. I feel heavy with moisture, but my mouth is dry as dust. I have a million things to do, but I can't seem to muster the motivation to care.
In movies, the swimming pools are always the most amazing shades of blue, lit from within and steaming gently in the cool night air. They are the scenes of countless seductions; shuddering taut bodies locked in turmoil and triumph. I want to go swimming tonight. I want to immerse myself in a crystalline cool aquamarine-hued pool and float on my back, looking up at the star-dappled night sky.
Anything anything anything to take the dreary muggy damp away. Anything at all.
