Hot and bothered...

but not like you think. It's hot. Hot. Hot. Hot here today. The high of 34 degrees isn't bad if all you have to do is sun tan or drink beer on a patio, but forget trying to actually accomplish work. So here I sit in out little apartment sans air conditioner surronded by big windows with the sun beating in. Even with our fan on high and not really moving, just typing, sweat is dripping down my legs. Yep. Seriously. But on the plus side, I down loaded that super catchy techno song from that Jimmy Fallon/ Park Posey Pepsi commercial. So good. Makes me want to run the streets naked in this heat. But don't worry. I still have my sanity and self-consciousness, so no real danger there. Now it's finally off to pick up Marcus and find an air conditioned restaurant for dinner. Thinking the White Spot. Then there's the possibility of eating a mountain of mini cream puffs for dessert. Seriously.