Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Sticky ends

Man, it's a humid one tonight. No doubt it hasn't got a thing on a nice summer's evening in downtown Biloxi, but it's enough for the rest of us.

The windows are all wide open, but there's fukoli breeze to stir the lace curtains. The only breeze is coming from the wingbeats of the multitude of bugs drawn to the light. Those that aren't sticking to me that is, since it feels like my skin has metamorphosised into flypaper. If the top of my PC desk wasn't perforated I'd have to ask the missus to fetch the spatula so I could get my arms off it.

I'm holding out for the mother of a thunderstorm which is due to follow in the next day or so.. I'd be stupendously shocked if it didn't arrive by this time tomorrow night. There's nothing like that smell of fresh fried ozone that you get after a hardcore storm, especially after a hot spell :)

At least a bit of rain will save me from the prospect of seeing more potbellied, sunburnt builders waddling around broadgate with their shirts off. Not a good look chaps, not a good look at all. Very few women go for the balding-albino-hippo look. I think.



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