How is it warmer in Illinois than in Arkansas?

I drove home Saturday, stopped once for gas, and fused my back over the nine hour drive. When I left Arkansas, it was warm with a touch of cool. The entire ride home my car's airconditioning sheltered me from the outside world and as I drove north I remained oblivious to climate changes. I rolled into the driveway, turned my pint-sized car off, and opened the door. Warm, sticky air greeted me, to my great suprise. That's disgusting! Illinois should be cooler, more hospitable! What a strange twist of fate it is that I, who loves cool weather, must suffer more in Illinois than Arkansas.

Besides the weather, I am looking forward to summer. My brothers likely will force me to be more active, I will be making money, buying books and CD's, and working half the hours I did last summer. Delightful. Also, I have a more extensive network to keep in touch with friends online, staving off loneliness as best as possible.

During the drive home, some teachings from philosophy class caught hold of me and I decided to be more intentional with my time. Last summer I, when I wasn't working, I spent a fair amount of time watching t.v. I enjoy t.v., but it partially dictated my life. A touch of discipline should go a long way in improving my Russian language skills as well as my general knowledge of literature. The problem is, I think I've tried this discipline thing before and it very quickly devolved into undisciplined. Perhaps I should try harder? Get an accountability partner to whom I will lie too and avoid being disciplined anyway? Likely my drive to be disciplined will die, and so it goes.

However, I will read the remaining Sandman comics. Nothing can stop me. I am a man on a mission who cannot be derailed, slowed, or otherwise sidetracked. When life throws me something I am passionate about, I become very disciplined. Life usually pitches me things impossible to make a career in without crazy talent. Like writing creatively, or art. My life will end with me publishing a few lackluster history books and articles, with hundreds of equally lackluster and unprintable works of art on hold at various disreputable publishing houses. Sounds fun to me actually.

I will post more about my summer exploits later, after the exploits happen, as this is only the first full day I've been home. Later.