Heat and humidity

The humid air drapes over my shoulders with a tangible weight, soft and wet and heavy. I feel listless and cranky. Delia is leaning on my chair, her little nose sweaty. My office is the hottest room in the house, and I am tired of the heat's oppression, the difficulty breathing, the clammy and uncomfortable feeling. There is a pollution alert in the Cities today; it has been going on for several days. There is no sign that the heat will break soon.

I do not want to cook dinner. I do not want to go to karate. I do not want to do anything that I am supposed to do.

Spoilers

I really didn't think I'd be at risk reading my friends page tonight. I trust that the jerk who has posted a purported p. 606 on several LJ communities (which appeared on my friends page without an LJ cut; obviously in an attempt to spoil as many people as possible) was using Photoshop.

Ass.

I read fast. I promise you that after I have my copy, when I post, I will post with LJ-cuts. I trust you will do the same. If you don't, you will be cut from my friends list for good. I have no room in my life for malicious asses who find it amusing to ruin other people's fun.

(Thanks to misia for the icon.)

Edited to add: cheshyre passed along a good tip:

Someone else on my flist posted that you can filter out all communities from your flist (and only view users) by adding "/?show=p" at the end of your friendslist url (It looks like this: " www.livejournal.com/username/friends/?show=p " )