It's so fucking hot right now, it makes me physically angry. My entire apartment feels like someone was just taking a hot shower--the air is like thick and hard to draw in.

I'm about to head into downtown Boston for the first time with Helena and Linda and Emily. I've got a lot to write, but I guess I'll save it for when I get back. I had an amazing talk with Rick last night. It always happens where I kind of dread calling him because I know that our conversation is going to explore difficult things (and also last at least two hours), but in the end I always love it.

Real quick, I've been thinking about that quote that Vicki Jacobs gave us on the first day of orientation, where she said that teaching is considered "the *second* most private act." So what's the first? I mean, the quote obviously means to say that sex is first, but I wonder if writing is even more.

Okay, gotta go.