I'm hot, and I hate being hot. When I am hot, I feel the same way Jim Traber does whenever someone confronts him with a logical argument.
When the thermometer hits 90, I get uncomfortable. When it nears 100, I think of nothing else, least of all interesting local stories. It doesn't help that this ridonkulous weather overtaxed my A/C to the point that it overheated and blew out, and now I'm living the blogger's dream of living with my parents until the parts needed to fix it arrive. I have lost any semblance of creativity hurling only generic curses about the situation, again like Jim Traber when confronted with logic.