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I am fucking dying. It's been only in the mid-80s here (F obviously) but the humidity is through the roof so it feels like at least 100. Yesterday I had to work outside painting someone's fucking garbage bins - hot, humid, dirty, bug-infested. I could barely squat down to do the bottoms because the entire lengths of my hot, heavy painters pants were sticking to my legs. FUCK. Or how 'bout refinishing a table today? Ever had the experience of being a billion degrees, soaked in sweat, and covered in wood dust? Oh yeah.
On top of that, try housetraining a puppy in this madness. Pee outside? In this? No thanks, I'll just hide in this patch of shade under the car and wait until we're indoors to pee on the floor, then drink another half gallon of water and pee on the rug. Thanks.
Miserable. Fucking miserable. |
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