Summer Sucks.

I've never had a problem with stank, but last night at work I was disgusting. I'm sure I'm the only one who could smell my particular funk, so I wasn't terribly offended by the situation. But still. Ewe.
It's a disgusting 90 degrees outside, which means it's a delightful 95 degrees inside Wal Mart. I sweated my proverbial balls off.

I'm so tired today that I'm having an awful time trying to stay awake to write this. I don't even know why I'm bothering, I have nothing to say anyway.

I'm just hot and tired, and feel the need to express these sad facts to as many people as I possibly can.

Hot.