Monday, 11 June 2001 | Kitten marketer

Two of these have left my possession, and I feel relieved and a little sad and a little anxious. Not only am I part of the kitten-god triumverate (there are three of us deciding the fate of these monsters), but I am kitten marketer, and I'm afraid I'm not doing that part so well. I've still got four, and they're only getting bigger (i.e., less marketable). Where are they, the catless?

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North Carolina has been covered in a thick, invisible blanket of wet, one that jumpstarts sweat glands and fills lungs; you can almost feel its weight as you move through it. You can't stir it with a fan or with open car windows…it just hangs there in its bulky mass and gives the heat square roots. It brings long hair up, makes straight hair curl and showering becomes an almost useless attack. Strangely, it almost becomes something you're proud to be able to endure, as if it leads to some sort of personal improvement. Other people from other places are the same way about cold.