mr. bill...can't breathe...oh no...

i'm going to complain about the weather now. it's been in the 90s in the day and 70s at night. what's to complain about then? the damn humidity. i can't take it. it's stifling and nasty and storms refuse to stay here - they go over to Indiana - see my last post.

it's friday finally. i think Faisal wants to go to the brazilian all-you-can-eat-meat-buffet place this weekend. i suppose i should stop eating now.

and i'm thinking about seeing mr. and mrs. smith. it looks like stupid fun and brad pitt is usually amusing. angelina's lips seem smaller too, so hopefully i won't get distracted by them.

question of the day: why is the person talking loudly on the phone in the train at 8am always the one who has absolutely nothing worth saying?