Yes, I did about type “I have an ISBN number” and then I went to the atm machine.
It’s supposed to be 100 here today. And yet, I cannot sit around the office in my underwear, which seems like a gross injustice. I get jealous of people who have “dry heat.” We have “Similar to hanging out in the crotchal area of a just finished marathoner” heat. You sweat, but there’s no place for it to go. The air is already saturated.
It’s too hot to even think.
And yet, I cannot sit around the office in my underwear
Yes, yes, it’s nice to work from home on Fridays…
I like saying that stepping outside in this heat and humidity feels like I’ve been hit in the face with a sack of wet poodles.
That’s disgusting and hilarious.