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July 22, 2010
I am waiting for the computer to tell me what the weather is, although I have a sense it may have rained last night. Computer says it is 81 already, and that it may rain tonight. I would open the shades, but if it is going to be that hot today, I donít want the house to heat up while I am gone. It seems odd to me how I live my life so much indoors, that the exterior is somehow alien, even poisonous to me. The sun will scorch me and dehydrate me. I cannot breathe the soupy air.