i take back everything and anything i have ever said in the past about not minding the heat. i was wrong. i was deceiving myself and i was deceiving whoever the hell i was blathering at. i fucking do mind. this hundred and five heat index shit is … it’s not for the birds, the birds are probably fucking dead from heat stroke, aren’t they?!

GODDAMN. i know i’m whining. i know i’m kinda being a broken record on the “this heat wave sucks” front. but christ. i cannot go to work without feeling like i need to take another shower as soon as i get there. it’s disgusting out there. it’s like walking through a fog bank. a thick fog bank. a thick hot fog bank. it’s foul out there. you almost certainly know that already (unless you’re a niquiblog reader who happens to live in, say, new zealand and it’s winter, you lucky bastard), but oh my god it’s just plain bad out there. this shit had better break soon. i’ve got sox versus yankees tickets for next week and i don’t want to die of heat stroke in section 528.