Thursday, November 13, 2003SWEATINGIt all started, as far as I can remember, in puberty, sweating. I sweat profusely, but most concentratedly, under my arms. It's one thing to soak your clothing when it's 90 degrees in the shade, but how about in the dead of winter when you are lecturing for two hours in front of a class of rapt film... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 6:13 PM Comments (2) (link) |
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