Hot Hot Heat

NP: The King of Fans

I'm back in the good ol' gradute housing after a full day of research and its still 30,000 degrees in this place. I don't want to hear a damn word ever again about the north being superior to the South. We have air conditioning you damn yankees! You might try to lay claim to having more culture than the South, but by golly we're more comfortable. I'd rather be cool and watch Nascar than miserably hot while listening to opera anyday.

Research is going pretty ok. First day at a new place is always slow because you have to fill out forms and get registered and all that. 8.2 boxes today....going for 10 tomorrow. Found some usable stuff today, but I came up short in my quest to find the story of the elusive Wesley Garrison (more details on Garrison some other time...he is funny, funny funny). I should be able to get through most of the campaign stuff tomorrow and then move on to the always wonderful correspondence files. People say the funniest things in those letters to their politicians.

Did I mention my room is 30,000 degrees?

Life without a TV isn't very cool either. I decided that one on purpose and I'm regretting it now as well.

The room does, however, have a microwave (assuming that the dial hasn't melted off) so its a big plate of Healthy Choice Sweet and Sour Chicken and some crackers before my nightly trek to Starbucks.

Guiliani/Carlin in '08 baby!