Apparently sometime a couple days ago I went to bed in West Virginia and woke up in sub-Saharan Africa. It’s been over 90 degrees every day the last few days. In fucking June. It’s so hot and humid that when I go outside and come back in my glasses fog up and I stumble around (more so than usual) for five minutes. I was just sitting here a minute ago and thought about staking my tomatoes, and the mere thought made me break out into a sweat.
God damned Al Gore.
*** Update ***
Got the really sad news today that one of my buddies from my lacrosse team in college died today at the age of 39. His name was Sid Davis, and he was from WV, but lived in Arizona. He was riding his motorcycle with no helmet, hit a deer, and spend a couple days in the ICU before dying. Just horrible. I still remember his laugh, and we had some really crazy times together. Our lacrosse team was like a fraternity- we did everything together. So sad.
I will never get used to people I know dying.