I want to rush, I want to run, I want to see you again under the setting sun.

It hit 107 degrees in Jackson to-day. It hasn't been that hot in a long time.
Last year we had a few 99/100 degree days. This week we've had triple digits.
But I still cooked a big dinner. My stuffed chicken with red bell pepper sauce.
Christian just loved it. I think I'll get my mobile re-loaded. I hate how tight money is now. It's ungodly hot, and it does not seem as if it will get too much better soon. Though it's supposed to drop a few degrees. Any little bit helps.
I went to Sutter Creek again to-day. I bought a silver franc from France, a 1939 S-mint USA half dollar, and was given an 1825 Sumatran 1/2 stuiver. It was so hot there... It really was. Maybe I'm handling the heat better than I would have expected. I'm not exerting myelf too much, but I can still function. And get my mochas. Of course the mochas. I sent my finished story to Jujubi, but that was only the first draft. It's named the last aspirin, it's about trying to move on in life and starting again.

Ich lebe... Nur weil ich weiß daß Liebe nicht für mich.
Ich bin hier, obwohl alles ist mir fast egal. I stehe hier allein,
unc ich bin nicht verliebt. Endlich bin ich nicht verliebt. Doch ich bin immer geliebt -- kann ich bitte kotzen?

I'm planning on going further into the Sierra Nevada mountains to-morrow to go gold panning with Christian. He also liked the fact that I bought him a gold pan. He's agreed to try Sushi this up-coming Saturday in Rancho Cordova.
He also likes his new chopsticks. But now I'm tired and ready to go to bed for the night... I'll fill you all in later.