Hot like fire.

Since the air conditioning is shot in our office this morning, I am sitting in a sweatlodge of epic proportions right now. This would not be so bad if it weren't already as humid as a a bag of asses straight out of the sauna, and I didn't have all these old codgers sucking up my air and exhaling their putrid melancholy (which smells oddly of coffee and Benson & Hedges).

(I'm telling you, this heat is doing something to my similes and metaphors this morning. Watch out!)

Off to make like I'm working and enjoying it. Oh, this is going to be difficult...