Weather: I should have learned by now not to rely on Mark for weather information. :P This morning I asked him if he had any idea what the weather was likely to be today. He said, "Hot and sticky, as usual."

So I went outside. I turned north, around the corner. I about had a fit. There were dark, nasty-looking clouds rolling straight south toward me, with a leading edge where a front of some sort was moving in. They were coming in fast, too. I'm hoping that means this will blow over quickly. I didn't enounter much rain until I got to the northern part of Houston, and it didn't pour, even though the clouds sure looked as if we ought to get a lot of rain from them.

The Voices, The Voices: A conversationbetween Mark and me last night:

Mark, at the computer: "Your eye is hurting again?"

Me, in bed: "Yeah, a little bit." *pause* O.O "You're reading my journal?"

Mark: "Yep, I check it out every once in a while."

Me: "Cool! Oh my god. You've seen all of my Paul angsting, haven't you?"

Mark: "Paul angsting?"

Me: You know, where I type in 'conversations' with the little Paul in my head."

Mark: "Oh yeah! Kind of like Baron Harkonnen in Alia's mind."

Me, laughing: "No, not like that, thank God."

The Little Paul in My Head, to Mark: "Yes, precisely like that! Because then, she might actually write the bloody novel about me instead of merely talking about it incessantly. I am so glad you understand."

I'm beginning to think that what I should really do is write a story about the 'conversations.'

PSA: Livejournal will be holding a permanent account sale starting at midnight on June 7 Eastern Standard Time, for anyone who is interested.