I'm already sweating till I bleed. It's so hot and humid out, going outside fogs up my glasses. We are HOT, ladies and gentlemen, in a way I have not seen in a long time. I'm mean, sure, 110 or whatever is bloody hot, I know, I've been in it. But 95 degrees with a dewpoint in the upper 70's? That's insult and injury in one go.
I had a decent weekend. Saturday we bopped around Bloomington for some shopping action. Sammy went to see Harry Potter. I wanted to take her, but she is of the age of going out with the girlfriends and frankly, I don't think I wanted to be in a theater full of Harry Potter fans. I can wait.
Sunday Sammy and the wife went to West Side Story, so Stella and I went to the Cinema Grill, at decent waffle fries and watched Kung Fu Panda 2. Some time after that, I got stuck buying towels. I'm not sure how that happened, but I will admit, they are nice towels.
At this point though, I'm a steamed vegetable. One shouldn't be able to physically feel atmosphere, man.
You go have a day.