It’s hot and gross, and because I ran out of the house before showering this morning I found myself on the subway, hanging onto the rail, and horrified by the intensity of my own stank. If it had been a leisurely weekend spent in the soothing bosom of air conditioning, things would be better, I’m sure — it usually takes a while for me to proceed very far past musky under ordinary conditions. But I spent a good chuck of yesterday in the hot sun, hauling props and styling models for one of my little projects, and I got home slightly before the onset of heatstroke. I spent the night like spent the rest of the weekend — hunched over my laptop designing my little heart out, and I was up again this morning finishing up the work at hand. Before I knew it, it was time to fly and haul myself uptown to teach.
Blah, blah, blah. I’m sure you all get the point: I worked all weekend and forgot to shower this morning and so I’m trying not to pass out from the smell of my own armpits. Mmmmm, the glamor of summer!
You know, after I got home I laid down and sort of napped for a bit (and I’m not a napper unless I feel REALLY bad), and I was getting chills! That’s one of the symptoms of heat exhaustion, right? Yeek.
Fortunately, I feel dandy today.
Sparky,
I saw you on 32nd between B’way and 5th street (on Wednesday around 5:30 pm I think) when I was coming out of my workplace. You walked right by me in a hurry.
You probably don’t remember me, but it was good to see you though.