It’s Friday night, but I watched “Next Stop Wonderland” again. Sad when the only romance in your life is delivered on DVD. I did hear about a party, but it was third-hand and I probably wouldn’t know anyone there. Plus, it was a graduation party. My friend can be the token creepy old person there. I’ll sit this one out.

So this weekend it’s supposed to get up to 100°F and I’m about to set up my air conditioner. I suppose I could sleep with earplugs and the window open, but my hay fever has been horrible this year. I wonder if it’s because I’m working in Hillsboro, through all the hay fields. My experiment with hay fever medicine is also giving me similar results to what I used to get. At least Claritin works fairly quickly for me. I also thought about setting a cot up down in the basement, but that doesn’t help my dad out at all. It’s time to punch an exhaust hole through the wall and climb up a ladder to see what damage I can do.

Oh, and my back doesn’t hurt that much from going to the gym. Dave kind of took it easy on me, but my quads hurt from all the lunges I did to warm up. I guess I’ve been slacking.