If the temperatures don't cool down soon, I predict much carnage in Latte Land. No one has slept right since Thursday, and the crankiness quotient is increasing by the day. And due to this walk on the sun, we can't actually have our lattes. So we're drinking frappuccinos and iced mochas instead. Between these tons of sugar, the heat, the insomnia, and the Sonics likely moving to hicksville, we have a dangerous concoction.
The weather types are saying that it will actually cool down to 80 degrees by tomorrow. But I cannot tell if that's the truth, or if they're just saying that to save their own skins.
So I am attempting to view Monday as a saving grace since we all get to return to air conditioning! (At least til quittin' time.)
May I should write a zombie story set in Seattle. Something cool like Resident Evil. Only with zombies who wear bad fleece and feed off Starbucks employees.
Oh wait, that's actual real life here. Nevahmind.
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