The El Salvadorians are here in the flat, taking up space in the nooks and in my privacy. Slept with the windows opened last night. It doesn't matter what industrial strength ear plugs I use, or how much hot wax I drip into my ears, when the street starts to get busy between 4 and 430 AM I'm awake. Forced myself to try to stay in bed until 8 but the mugginess of sweat soaked sheets, the heat wafting through the windows, and the brain-scratching squeal of automobile brakes and the wind up of engines got me up. My room looks like a disaster zone, blankets, pillows and clothes strewn everywhere. Which could be a good thing since SF natives say that with this much heat we're going to have an earthquake. "Yep, this be earthquake weather I reckon." (Though I'm sure no native San Franciscan would exactly say it that way. That was much more of a East Coast fisherman's dialect.) Macy isn't taking this heat very well. I should douse her with some water or something. She spreads herself out so thinly that it looks like I've skinned her and am tanning her hide. Last night while online I had a little chat with Tim. I asked him "whats-a-happenin'" and he wrote back:“I’m just a-hangin out and a-editing porn video. We shot a model today and it was pretty hot. I even joined in…which was part of our plan because all the solo stuff began to get boring and I thought we needed to “upgrade.” What I’d like to do is commit sodomy to celebrate the SC ruling today.” Isn't it nice to know that some people have no apprehension to actually tell you what their doing and what they'd like to do. If someone asked me "whats-a-happenin" I would have written, "Not much" or "Oh, this and that." Doctor Tim says I certifiably a virgin again since I haven't "done the deed" in months and months and months. Thank goodness because now I might be able to get a bigger dowry! Then again, I'm not getting any younger and dowries depreciate with age. I started out with a head of cattle, some gold bullions and a Frank Sinatra record. Now all I have are some beans, but I was told they were magic beans! An old lady traded 'em to me for my last cow-- who I needed to get rid of since she no longer produced milk, just cheesy dust would come out of her udder. Oh and I have a Franky Goes to Hollywood cassette single too. No inkling to go to work today. No inkling for much of anything. I'd blame it on the heat, but I don't really care about the heat. Where can I buy a shot of pharmaceutical grade passion? Is there such a thing?At least the office is air conditioned. Too bad the whole journey to get there isn't.This has been a rambling of a barmey bloke.