Greetings From The Surface of The Sun

Ahh, good times. It's about 215 degrees here in Los Angeles and climbing. I have four "turbo" fans placed around the apartment that just blow hot air my way. You know why? Because ALL the air is fucking hot air. There isn't one molecule of cold matter in this atmosphere that a fan can take for a spin. A fan blows, an a/c cools. It should be against the law that apartments do not come standard with some sort of air conditioning. It is said that basic living dwellings must come supplied with a heater. What is the difference between extreme cold or extreme heat??? It's all inhumane in my opinion. Our State has turned into a sauna. I am weak and much to my chagrin, there is no wit. no personality. no repartee. There is only Heat - as I move in slow motion.

Yesterday, Saturday, I had big plans. It was Maria's B-Day and a fab party was planned for her at Carbon. I started picking out records around 6pm ... finished around 9pm .... so slooow because it is soooo hot. I struggled to get ready and when I finally did, I couldn't do it. I was too faint, weak, affected by my sauna house to even leave it. I fell asleep on the floor.

Yesterday's celebrity sighting goes to Trader Joe's Silver Lake. I ran in quickly in a heat-induced daze for some of that Double Rainbow Soy Cherry Chip and saw Adrian Grenier of HBO's Entourage fame paying for his groceries at the last check-out lane. He was so wide open. I could have gotten a cute picture, if I felt so inclined. The kind of picture you see in US Weekly with a caption that says, "They're just like us!" or you would see on Pink Is The New Blog. But you know what, I have too much dignity. I like to see the pictures, but I would feel like a fool taking one.

So there's that.