Excessive Heat Advisory

Today the news announced "an excessive heat advisory, in effect until Wednesday." It's probably over 100 now and it will be through Wednesday. It's hot. No, no: I mean, it's hot. As in, wall of heat type hot. As in, the air conditioner can't work hard enough to make it cool. It's evidently pretty hot all over LA though: the forecast for downtown was 98. Whee ha.

I was so upset at waking up at 11:30 yesterday that I asked Darin to wake me up by 9. I woke up at 8, after having had a series of particularly strange dreams, including one that involved Ceej looking for Clarionites. I finally got out on the road by 8:30, but even then it's too late -- pretty darn hot. I managed to jog, though, about two miles. Whew!

(Must remember to put on sunscreen in the mornings.)

The hardest thing, at least at this stage of jogging, is breathing. I'm not going so fast I can't breathe -- I know that the rule of thumb is that you should be able to carry on a conversation while you run, and while I'm not talking to myself, I think I'd be able to do that. No, I just seem to get to the point where my lungs say, Forget this, we have better things to be doing. My legs seem to be okay, a little tired of course, but the mitigating factors in how far I can go are my lungs. I wonder if this is typical. I wonder if it gets better.

Also, anybody know what I can do (once I'm doing this regularly) to go faster? I'm such a little slowpoke.

I was having such a hard time, such a non-fun time, with my Homicide spec, that I finally said, "Hey, enough already." I decided to put it away for a while and do something else. So I started plotting out my Buffy spec. I kept hearing the sarcastic dialogue in my head, which bodes well. Sarcastic dialogue -- that I can do.

I called the Buffy production office to ask for a couple copies of scripts because I'm working on a spec Buffy. "We're not doing that right now," said the woman. I have no idea what that means. She took my name and phone number though, in case they change that. Methinks I'll be calling back quite often. Pleasepleasepleaseplease...

Darin and I had lunch with Brent, Therese, and Harry. We talked about exercising (Therese wants me to come to her all-women gym), Bunchkin, and the really awful things parents do to their kids. They told me a story about a friend of theirs that was so horrible I couldn't believe it. That we don't have more serial killers in this society is something of a wonder. As Brent said, "Children are pretty resilient."

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

About two miles jogged, with interspersed walking.

An episode of Buffy plotted out.

Still haven't attacked the nails, thank goodness.