Fourth of July was kickass. ...My LJ friend Simone had a shindig over at her place, and I brought Jorge along to mingle with the strangers, consume the food, and keep me company in her alternating color-lit pool. The fireworks exploded from all sides, when the time came, lighting up the sky like bombs dropped over Iraq.

...Isn't that a quasi-romantic/picturesque imagery?

My muscles were failing as I walked through my front door... I walked into my corner-room and collapsed contentedly on my bed, chlorinated hair and all.

...Then, smacked myself silly for letting myself fall asleep at one-forty, and got up to play virtual pool with J, who by miracle, had also not collapsed.

I slept till two, today. ...And I think the moist-hair thing had given me a head cold.