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Quick post to prevent The Lappy from liquifying before my eyes.

Hot days like today are ridiculous for a few reasons: 1) being outside just isn’t cool unless you’re looking at the ocean and 2) everyone is going to say something about it.

Conversation is definitely at a low when the discussion turns to weather, and the only thing worse than the inevitable “nice day” or “hot one” talk is knowing that it is going to happen.  Like I knew before I left that house that in a few minutess - at around 8:58am -  when I got to a certain spot that a certain someone would say a certain something about the current temperature.

I’m sure on some days I might get a kick out of such predictability, but not today.

This might at least be tolerable if I didn’t have to wear a hoodie at work to prevent my joints from freezing solid.  I don’t know if the building supervisor maintenance person (or whoever) thinks that our design shop just can’t handle controlling the temperature or what, but breathing on my hands to warm them up in June is a bit crazy.

At least I can watch the rest of that Al Gore documentary knowing  that whoever does control the temperature at 202 E State St. is going straight to hell.

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