Work has been a nightmare this week. I think there have already been two days out of the past four that I have considered simply walking out the door and not returning. With only a month to go, my last nerve is barely intact. I can't wait to be a student again.

In other grumpy news, I'm so sick of being hot. I shouldn't complain--I love the summer like crazy. But my car's air is on the fritz, my apartment only has a measley air conditioning unit that's short-range and expensive to run, and I walk uphill 1/2 a mile to work every morning. By the time I get into the building, I have to go straight to the restroom to wipe off my neck and back...at 9 am! I think it'll "cool down" this weekend to the mid 80's and I can only pray that my parents have the air on at home.

Also, my family has unsurprisingly thrown together a last-minute familial Fourth of July celebration at my house. I few of my relatives are currently in the States from India and it just wouldn't be summer without a long weekend chock full of signing, food, karaoke, more food, more karaoke, and a lot of "adda"--the informal and elusive Bengali term for hanging around and chatting it up with friends and family. It's a pleasant synonym to Holden Caulfield's "shooting the shit." It should be fun and I'm looking forward to having company. Maybe everyone will be up for a day at the beach...?

Have a good one.

xoxox