There is an anorexic moth perched on the wall of my kitchen. Nicole and Marissa came over to bask in cheap wine and cigarette glory. Having parents gone for the weekend is so nice; actually, it only serves my terrible addiction to cigarettes at the moment. Ever since I returned from Chicago I've been a chain-smoking fool. I've decided I need to hunker down and get some stuff done tomorrow ("hunker down" is a phrase my father uses quite a bit, and I think it sounds really funny--like squatting down to really GET DOWN TO BUSINESS). I think summer has finally sat down and decided to become all-pervasive. I have found my wardrobe of nearly all synthetic fabrics is not such a good idea in June heat. When I leave the house, the sunlight glitters off my polyester body. Oh, I guess I was just meant to gleam. More, later.