it's about 23 degrees, now.

wax just came home from work and said, "they burnt helsinki!" "who did?" "hooligans!" actually they burnt some empty houses which were already scheduled for demolishing anyway, but the picture is impressive.

in other news, somewhere between wednesday and now i lost a day. i was surprised to learn it was saturday. i think i need to sleep more.

also, i tried to enlist wax's help for this tezuryo story. "i've written myself into a corner where someone has to explain what wuthering heights is about," i said. "one character asked. but now i can't think of a good summary of it in like one sentence." "incest!" said wax. but i don't think that would be the explanation tezuka would prefer. maybe fuji should explain it to him later.