out of the oven, into the oven

it's the story of our people. the weather outside is intensely hot, and sticky, and unreasonable. it only takes about three steps out the door to realize that leaving air-conditioning is a mistake. it's uncomfortable, searing, mind-guttering domination.

"mummy (nature), please can i come out of the oven now?"

"no, my child, not until i hear the *ding* sound that tells me you've learned not to play with the settings."

i left the apartment yesterday to meet with a friend and pick up my copy of desolation jones (which i loaned to him a year or so ago), and aside from an outrageous (and educational) political debate, i discovered that he's interested in becoming a comic artist, *and* he pitched me an idea for a script that i already started working on about six years ago. the world is a strange and wonderful place.

at work, i spent most of my time pressing F5 (i had to reset data before running a new program), and that's something that i really could have done from the comfort of my own home.

i left for a meeting with singer's boyfriend, and within a couple of hours we pretty much closed on a full system spec. looking at the numbers for similar-yet-inferior kickstarter projects, i got the feeling that we might make a ton of cash.

this is all very exciting.

i then returned home, watching a weak episode of romeo x juliet with pg, and went to bed early. i actually slept, all night, and truth be told i could have happily stayed in bed another few hours. instead, i got up a couple of hours ago and have been messing about with small issues, and am almost ready to get serious.