I'm glad I don't have fur

It has been very, very hot for the last few days. I've heard reports that it was 39 degrees today! This is the kind of day that, if you go to the zoo, the animals look at you like you're completely insane.
I'm glad I don't have fur.
Though, my hair is quite long and I'm trying to figure out if it needs to go. I kind of want to keep it, though- it feels more 'me'. Which is funny because I cut it a couple of years ago because it didn't feel 'me'. I decided that long hair was a bit too 'traditional' for someone with a bit of an edge. Bah, who cares really? Does anyone have an opinion? That's a real question by the way...
I have a cold. It's so weird having a cold when it's really hot. It's hard to differentiate between the discomfort that comes from having a cold and the discomfort that comes with excessive heat.
I went to the movies yesterday and saw 'The Prestige'. I liked it. David and Margaret said that it was more convoluted than 'Memento'- but I thought it was easier to follow.
It was pretty cool, though.
Anyway, I thought it would be lovely and cool in the theatre- but it was TOO cold- and, silly me, I didn't think I'd need a cardi on a 36 degree day. What can ya do?

Last Christmas...

Around Christmas time each year I start thinking of Christmas songs.
I was thinking about that song by Wham!, or possibly just George Michael, that goes:
"Last Christmas I gave you my heart.
the very next day you gave it away..."

Now, let's think about how this might work. He gave his heart to someone for Christmas (in the film clip it's a chick, but I guess that's when everyone wanted to believe that George Michael was straight), but they gave it away. What if 'she' gave it away to someone that George Michael didn't actually like? Would this mean that he would be stuck in an awkward situation of someone having his heart that he perhaps didn't even know but felt that he had to commit to because this person was good enough to accept the gift?
What if the person that the heart was passed on to didn't want it either and gave it away to someone else? I imagine it would be very easy to lose track of one's heart under these circumstances.

Maybe the next lines of the song help us to understand the dilemma:
"This year, to save me from tears,
I'll give it to someone special!"

Ouch! A kick in the teeth to the previous owner of the heart who, by implication, is NOT special!
But that's beside the point. It would seem that George, in fact, had reacquired possession of said heart some time between last Christmas and this Christmas. Phew!

Still, take heed! It may have turned out okay for George Michael, but I think we should all be very careful. It would be very easy for one's heart to end up in the wrong hands...

I've got nothing to say...

Quite frankly, I'm writing because I feel like I should. It's a maintenance thing. I'm still here.
Still working- it's getting easier to get through an afternoon of teaching.
Still need more work- but it's coming up to Christmas. so not sure if that's viable.
Still trying to cling to God's word.
Actually, feeling generally a bit crap. Not sure why. Not sure how or if that's gonna change.
Not sure.