Thursday, August 21, 2003

Lunch. Hot. Go outside across Michigan Street to the 'Quad'. 2nd day of classes. I'm in buttondown, slacks, tie with 'Yoda' on it. Black shoes to store the 'Heat' for winter. It is 90. And humid.

I am trying to blend the white stripe of untanned skin across my forehead into the rest of the tan I received on my Monday ride.
You should try it. Hot Hot Heat. 15 minutes. Eyes shut. Memories of summer heat from childhood just perc up.

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