Three sweaty men in an elevator.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010 at 8:03PM It may not seem like much, but it was. I assure you, it was. It was enough to cement the fact that summer has, indeed, arrived in southeast Texas. That the days of 100+ degree temperatures are in for the long haul.
And there I stood, with my Starbucks cup, feeling very small. Very small. Even though I am sort of small, I don't usually feel small. But I did for three floors. Oh, my.
In other news, I spent entirely too much time reading about Ayn Rand and Alan Greenspan today. It made a bit of sense, given that yesterday I was reading about Milton Friedman. (I know; right?)
Take a look at this. And then this. The first is about Rand and Greenspan. The second is mostly just about Rand. Turns out, she had a slight problem with amphetamines. I note this, not to be sensational or judgmental or shaming in any way, but instead to chalk up another reason why I will probably never be a famous novelist.
I need a vice. Any suggestions?
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