You know it's too humid when

...you come in from a run someone takes one look at you and asks if it's raining, and the answer is no.

The Rand computer lab is soooo far away, but it has lots of windows and they're looking out at the gorgeous forest. Good trade off. Also, there are no Apples. You can't right click with Apples. That just pisses me off.

I got an amazing Dust Buster today at Target! 9.6 volts baby! Unfortunately I have to wait for it to charge... I biked all my errands today, because it got perfectly warm and sunny. I always catch myself singing "I want to ride my bicycle" while I ride. I need to put an end to that. Tess is feeling much better with her new shifter, but Ruby's still having some derailer troubles. Alas.

I got really hungry and went ape shit on the banana chips, whoops. Now i feel kinda yucky and I'm gonna have to put off that run for a bit. Banana chips are delicious unless you eat more than 7 of them, and then there's this weird aftertaste. They're the first food I've found that Phil shows more enthusiasm for than Harriet does (she's usually a labrador about food). Maybe I can fatten Phil up a bit.

I've been sleeping waaay too much. Yesterday I woke up at ten after 8 hours, then I took two 3 hour naps, bringing my total sleep up to 14 hours. Didn't have a bit of trouble falling asleep, and then I was planning on getting up "early" this morning, but instead I slept 9 more hours and completely ignored my alarm. Hopefully I'm not doing myself any damage, but it's probably a horrible way to prepare for the upcoming weeks of late nights, early mornings, and lots of homework.

I ate at Perkins last night, where everything is seasoned with butter and comes with a side (or two) of butter. Uff da. One would think that grilled tilapia, rice, and broccoli wouldn't set you too far back in the saturated fats, but Perkins begs to differ. And yes, I know it's disgusting to order fish at a Perkins in the Midwest. It wasn't fishy tasting. Well, I couldn't taste anything except butter, so who knows. Maybe Perkins' refrigerators are broken, and they were trying to get rid of a huge stockpile of butter before it went bad. Or maybe butter's just a great way to disguise the low quality of ingredients. Point being - gross (and a little delicious. shh, don't tell).

I've officially made friends with the previously terrifying parking lady. She's kinda like Claw, purple-hair lady at the cafeteria. Seems evil, bitter, and brooding, but if you reach out to them, this secret Minnesota Nice sunshine comes busting out.