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The air-conditioning in my parents' room has been broken for a few weeks. In this heat they are unable to sleep in there. Now my father is asleep on the couch a few feet away and my mother is asleep in my bed. (Kirsten is asleep in the top bunk.) I am going to go brave the heat now so I can get my Star Trek TNG fix.

A worrisome thought: what if this heat is due to our hurtling irrevocably towards the sun? What if we're going to crash into the sun any minute now and the scientists are too afraid to tell us, so we're all just going to perish in a slow burn? Huh? What about that?

I'm actually afraid now. Sheesh.

Tilbrook concert with Gina tomorrow. I am disappointed that Nina never answered back, despite expressing interest. However, I shall not allow it to dampen my enjoyment of the magic of Glenn.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:01 AM | shower me with attention