Where Dreams Are Made

Though I'm not too sure about the latter.

Last night was the hottest I've experienced.

Okay, all pervs raise their right hand! Sorry, but I wasn't pertaining to sex-- though my world would've been a much nicer place had it been otherwise. Anyway, those of you wishing to read an erotic entry, move over to the next blog, for I won't be talking about last night's sexcapade. I'll be talking about historic atmospheric changes called the weather. So, for the boring ones who are willing to stay, by all means, read on. The poster of this message feels so pathetic right now she could use some company. Even imaginary ones.

So, what's so interesting about the weather? Well, for starters, it nearly drove me crazy last night. Our zone had a scheduled blackout due to some maintenance/repairs. And of all friggin' nights to schedule that! Who schedules a blackout in the middle of the effin' hottest summer in the universe? Some of you might say, "But it rained last night!" Well, a lot of good the rain did--it just brought out the steam! I felt like a rebel siomai, cursing my destiny for letting me be placed in a steamer. It was so hot you could actually feel yourself melting! And some of my brain cells did melt last night. For how else could I come up with such a lame analogy as a rebel siomai cursing its destiny?! WTF?!

Anyway, long story short (or endless griping cut short): I wasn't able to get much sleep. Woke up late. Overdosed on Vitamin C. Had a bum stomach because of action previously stated. Almost didn't make it to work without any life-humiliating experience.

That was this morning. Now...

my brain feels like it's been run over by a speeding (and dilapidated PNR) train, the pieces recovered by the police and put inside a ziplock bag, only to be accidentally dropped and ran over again by the next speeding train. Long story short: My brain ran over by two trains--which means twice the mental damage. I am as braindead as a human can get.