These days alarm clock is unnecessary as the muggy weather thoroughly invaded the room before Sunday sleep came to a satisfactory point. As a result one is awoken to the heat and humidity, a sensation more real than the illusory dream that perpetuated throughout the night. Once the mind became sentient to reality, one realizes the clamminess that stuck to the night shirt, and every pore on the skin is open for business, discharging an endless stream of salty sweat. The electric fan is continuously humming, but its effect against the unusual summery heat is almost neglectful. Before washing I turned on the iBook to check on the day's weather: 100°, partly cloudy with 66% humidity.

Thought about taking the camera out for shoot around downtown, but had to decide against it as I won't be able to last beyond 30 minutes under the balmy condition. Instead, took the car in for an oil change; did some grocery shopping at both American and Chinese market; got a coke slurpee from 7-Eleven; ate cold soba for lunch; and, finally, fought for the one last open table at the chilled enclosure of Starbucks and began reading Timothy Findley's Not Wanted on the Voyage, a random purchase from Chapters while in Vancouver. The heat is said to last till tomorrow.

Tags: Los Angeles, Weather, Heat