Seven-thirty at night, and it's still 91 degrees. This summer's gonna suck, big time. On the way over here I ran into my comic-book-writing friend, who complained about moving to San Diego in a week. It's 70ｺ and sunny in San Diego, you jackass!
I suppose it could be worse; I just saw that it's 108ｺ in Phoenix. Which must mean that everyone in Phoenix is dead.
