“Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.”
―Truman Capote, Summer Crossing
Weather: apparently it’s summer now
Mood: everything is great
Word of the day: Cuniculous – full of holes and tunnels; full of rabbits (not a relevant word, this one. Just great.)
Me and Dan were both wearing shorts today, so Mike declared we had now joined the competition.
‘And I’ve got a day on you, so whenever I stop wearing shorts, you have to wear them the next day too,’ he said.
‘Ok,’ said Dan, ‘it’s on!’
‘What? No it’s not,’ said I. ‘I’m just going to wear shorts until it’s cold again.’
‘No, you’ve got to be in the competition,’ said Mike.
‘I really haven’t,’ I explained. Mike looked at me sad and bewildered so I felt guilty. But not so guilty I’m going to freeze my knees for weeks on end.
When I got home Neville was in the kitchen, I wondered if I should mention the plate full of bacon STILL sitting on the counter, but he was being so cheery and nice, I didn’t want to hassle him. And I was sort of wary it would turn into a monologue about food storage, so I grabbed a bag of Doritos and hid in my room.
Annoyingly the tomato ketchup I keep in my room seems to have vanished, so I couldn’t have sauce on my crisps. Which is odd, isn’t it? How could I have lost a bottle of ketchup?
(Update on the star tomorrow!)
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