It's Hot

I don't want to complain about the weather but it's like being stranded on a desert standing next to a furnace strapped to a winter coat. Wearing a furry hat. And you think to yourself how that lucky dead animal sitting on your head has no idea how hot it is.

I'm not complaining about being indoors at night, I'm talking about having to walk home from the Curve with a large bag just so I can get myself some exercise.

I wish I could go to work shirtless in a sarong. Damn Western Imperialists and their stupid Topman shirts!