The thermometer in my car keeps telling me it’s over 100 degree F. and the part that bugs me is that so do other thermometers at banks and whatnot.

I know Oklahoma’s supposed to be hot in July and August, but dayum, it’s like still 90 late at night.

The thing about the heat that really has me boiling is that a brownout in California messed with Tom’s servers at MySpace and I can’t always get to MyCrack when I want to browse the chicks within 20 miles of my zipcode or find out where Carter Sampson is playing this weekend.

I’m guessing that come the last two weeks of February and the first week of March that we will all look back on the summer heat with nostalgia, but in the meantime, it seems to just wear me down to do ordinary things.  Am I alone in this?  MCARP says he’s no longer young and I wonder if he, too, finds just going to the grocery and the dry cleaner and sitting outside at the RC is a chore.

It’s kind of a mixed blessing when it comes to sex and romance.  As far as sex is concerned, everybody and especially the young and well shaped seem to be wearing next to nothing at all, which gets the old libido going.  On the other hand, I’m so tired and sweaty, I don’t feel much like mixing sweat with just anyone wearing a short skirt like I would if it were just a few — like 20 — degrees cooler.

It’s too damn hot to even go to the pool. 

It’s too damn hot to stay in my air conditioned office.

THAT’S A DAMN GOOD EXCUSE!

I’m calling it a day due to heat.

Yeah, that’s the ticket.

Goin’ home early to get out of the heat and avoid the traffic and blahblahblah when I just really don’t wanna do much of anything anyway.

Yea!