Good lord!
The hottest days of the year are upon us, and there is little to do but lie and stir in my own sweat, taking periodical cold showers every six hours and read D.H. Lawrence. It's the type of heat where it hurts, physically, to stand outside, and the sensation of your shirt sticking to your skin is like nails on a chalkboard.

I've settled on three grad school MFA programs so far: first choice being the University of Iowa, second being Cornell, third being UC-Irvine. These are all fairly challenging schools to get into; I haven't selected a "safety" yet. That'll come later. I harbor no doubts about my ability to get into these three schools, what I do have doubts about are my ability to work hard enough to come up with an impressive enough manuscript, and my ability to pay if by some freak chance I actually do get accepted to any of these three places. I've been writing steadily all this weekend whenever it hasn't been too goddamn hot. Also in my spare time I've been obsessed with YTMND.com. My favorite little theme on there is their fad where "misheard lyrics" are literalized. Samples:

Baked Apple Pie

HYPHEN!

You Need Kool-Aid!

Corn On The Cob

You Should Be On My Lawn

SPOKANE!

Reagan Rocks All Day

My personal favorite. I don't know why.