Weather

Yeah, it's waaaay too damned hot, and we'll all probably die soon of global warming conditions...but that's not what I want to talk about. This weather -- the hot, sticky summer weather, drives me crazy. Especially at night. I feel like I should be sneaking out of the house, being reeeeeal quiet so Mom doesn't wake up, and go out to meet Sonya on the corner by the Dairy Queen. Todd and Drew will be by to pick us up. The four of us will then proceed to find some old drunk to buy us beer, and we'll all go (minus the old drunk) on an Airport Run and be out until 2 or 3 in the morning. It's much harder to sneak back in than it is to sneak out, because drunk people have a little problem with grace and dexterity.

But I'm 37 now, and I don't need to sneak out, and I can buy my own beer. Not that I drink it anymore -- it's no fun now that I can have it legally.

Also, I want a cigarette, but I am no longer immortal and can't have those anymore, either.

Crap.