HOT-HOT

Today was my day off. I started with blueberry pancakes, eggs, sausage and coffee at Ric's. When I got back to my building, I saw a narrow ray of light coming down on a 8 square foot area filled with sun. Since I've been here, there is never any sun on that spot because of the buildings around us, so I grabbed my shorts and sat in the sun for a while. It was friggin HOT. I burnt my hands on my magazine when I picked it up it was so damn hot, then it fell apart because the glue holding it all together MELTED. So, since it was too hot to sit in the sun, I brilliantly deduced that it would be good PT weather, so I ran to Billy Idol"s Greatest Hits on my Ipod for about three miles along the Gulf. It was HOT. First, the picture is of where I ran, but it was shot about a month ago while it was barely cracking 90. Today it was over 110 and nobody was there, but the beach was just as shitty as it looks here. At somewhere around 2 1/2 miles, I learned that I start feeling much the same as when I run at Venice Beach for the same distance - just that at Venice, its because its a contact high - so I went home.

I next watched Chistina Ricci in Prozac Nation on DVD while I ate a California burger delivered from Ric's. Not really sure if the meat was all beef, and have heard reports that they often put cat meat in some meals here, so I guess it should be called a Tijuana Burger.

So back to the beach - as you can see, it's nasty. When my wife saw this picture, she yelled at me over the email to "get those little kids out of that nasty water!" I live right here behind the buildings in front of you. the Arabs can't date, so they come and park at places like this to be alone. The lucky ones sneak away from their cars to get a room, but when they return in the morning, the tide has come in and covered half their car. It's hilarious. Each afternnon, you can come down to this beach and see at least two cars covered in water.