so the week before i left, i saw spacepod’s temp gauge climb up to 105 one afternoon. the humidity was pumping as usual. i thought his gauge was broken. i exclaimed something i won’t repeat here. that was the day joy got sick from the heat– you know, joy who lives in phoenix, in the desert, where it gets up to 120 sometimes?
the whole time we were on the road, dan was bitching about the heat. “97! It’s so hot!”
it barely broke 100.
man, that’s not hot.
but you people are! don’t forget that!!
btw, what amazingly fun thing did i miss? the blogs seem to be full of strife and terrible things. usually y’all do a good job of partying or something like that while i’m away. please tell me this year was no exception.