Yesterday I ran 3 miles in that 90-degree heat, then laid out in the park (perhaps a bit too long). Today I went to the gym on my way in to work, and wow does Manhattan smell bad on a summer morning after a parade weekend. Then for some reason, my hair, which you'd ordinarily have to bribe to get it to tangle, got all snarled up in knots as I tried to blow-dry it in the non-air-conditioned locker room.
I know I owe you all an update. I promise there will be more, but first I have to finish up my application to the AP.
You want to work for the AP? Yikes. You love long hours? Under the gun all the time. Yikes. Well, at least, they don't administer the test on a typewriter anymore.
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