You have no strength to move or grunt (as I just wrote to a friend) for hours at a time. Even when there is grunting, it has no real life to it. More like heavy exhalation with a bad attitude.
Almost fifty degrees out there. Hard to believe. Even harder to endure. Just think how ecstatic we'll be when it's only thirty degrees again. Woo hoo. And we used to think that thirty was too hot. Now we'll be covering up and shivering and looking for jackets. Uh, sure, in bizzaro world.
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I felt like that guy from Raiders of the Lost Ark last night, my face was melting right off, and lying in a pool at my feet.
Curse this humidity.
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