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13Apr08

It’s is 94 in Los Angeles right now.  My room is about 20 degrees warmer than the rest of the apartment.  It’s basically starting to become that time of year when everyone in LA wears as little clothes as possible.  By mid summer, the entire city is one big, walking American Apparel advertisement.  I should start stocking up on my deep-v’s now.  And of course, no one in LA believes in air conditioning.  I must buy a box fan or something for my window this week.

I woke up this morning, at about 10, a little hung over (which I’m confused about because I wasn’t even that drunk last night), sweating, and to the music of Pink Floyd blasting through my bedroom door.  I put shorts on and walked out to the living room to find my roommate alone watching Alice In Wonderland on mute while listening to “The Wall”.