93 degrees in my living room

Right this second, I'm watching Paris, Je T'aime with my mother. I'm not wearing pants. It's too hot. Neither my mother nor I have spoken since the movie started - in a good way - (except for the occasional heh-heh) - and we're well into the fourth? fifth?...scene? What is it? One-act? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Right this second, I'm contemplating the love-hate relationship I have with the munchies and the access I have to all this food. I'm going to take up swimming again, and Reland agreed to do it with me so we don't become lardy vegetables once school starts again.
Right this second, I'm marveling at the heat. STILL.
Right this second, I'm hoping all my plans for this week won't fall through.
Right this second, Elijah Wood has been turned into a vampire.
Right this second, I am remembering what Lisbon in July was like.
Right this second, I'm not keen on marrying.
Right this second, this movie made me cry.
Right this second, I'm going to vacuum before my father gets home.

Love.