Maybe she could claim to belong to the Church of Ipodology.

Gloom, I did not know that. V. sad.

meara (started three hours ago), since I’ve been working today. wrinkles nose in distaste

We’ve had massive thunderstorms twice today, like deluge of rain, and make-you-jump lightning crashes. First one, I was caught in another building. Second one, caught a bit of it when I went out to get some lunch, with an umbrella just in case, thank god! I was sitting at my desk in my underwear for a while because my skirt was soaked and it was drying on the air conditioner. (it felt very subversive to send emails and talk on the phone)

is there even such a thing as an undergraduate degree in Law?

Yes, in Europe, law is an undergraduate degree. In England, you do your law degree, then become something called an article clerk, which is akin to indentured servitude, I understand (seemed to be rather like what we would call a legal assistant), then you get to be an actual lawyer solicitor.

Yeah, and if it's someone that's gonna notice that you don' thave a BF (and then think either you lied, or NOW you're single so they should ask again), sometimes a "No, but I haven't really been open to it/don't have time in my life/some other lame excuse" can function also.

How about “no, I’m having too much fun having sex with as many people as possible”

The Goldmans want to rename the book "Confessions of a Double Murderer" and plan to shop it around, Cook said.

I’m not sure that they can do that. Seems to me that name gives the impression of a different book. I mean, not that I think that he didn’t do it, but since it isn’t actually a confession . ..

One of my students is sitting in the outer office using the computer. I'm so used to being alone that I just hiked up my shirt to scratch under my bra. Luckily, it was the side facing away from her and I hope that she didn't notice.

We've under a deluge again. And the temperature has dropped from about 86 to 73 since it started raining.

I long for rain.

Made me think of this:

The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains. It came by the pound and the ton, it hacked at the jungle and cut the trees like scissors and shaved the grass and tunneled the soil and molted the bushes. It shrank men's hands into the hands of wrinkled apes; it rained a solid glassy rain, and it never stopped. - Ray Bradbury.

I wonder if Bradbury would get published in today's market. Actually, I wonder that about many literary greats. Would Ulysses have a chance today?

thinky, avoiding work.

We're under 3 different weather warnings now - most recently - a flash flood warning.

And the temperature is now below 70 degrees.

I wonder if Bradbury would get published in today's market.

I try not to think about that idea, because it makes me wince a lot. Ray Bradbury is one of my personal pantheon.

I wonder if Bradbury would get published in today's market.

He'd probably get a bunch of rejection letters saying, "There are no martians."