The sun is SHINING

Loony not well. Heat has finally taken its toll. Brain fried. Heart threatening to attack. Body like butter on hot pavement. Fat people, I say, hate this damn weather the most. Loony yearns for Llapland with dubbul L. AC (godbless godbless) is working to please.
Loony saw cowboy lovers and thought how wonderful to have people love each other, no matter what. Loving is so much better than killing seals, or putting pants on fire, or unwanted female circumcision, or Abu Ghraib.
Loony has been thrown out of room. Loony misses. Loony wanted to put up picture of room in shambles, but battery of digital dead out of over-use.
Loony met a lot of dogs today.
I am exaggerating about weather but. It wassokay really. Loony juss misses Waganuk. Donn ask me who he iss.