A group of teenagers was huddled in the darkness outside my apartment when I came home from work. They were smoking, drinking sodas and bitching about their parents.
Emily's mother left me a message on my machine. She wanted to meet tomorrow for breakfast. When I told her I wanted to be to work by 6:30, she didn't seem like she was willing anymore. We agreed to meet at the SanFrancisco airport on Wednesday for dinner before my flight at 10:05 pm.
I have to meet them again at some point early in November to return their tables, chairs, and a pot we borrowed.
It is quite hot in my apartment and for some reason I am letting it cool over via open windows instead of using the A/C.