I am a slug.

It is hot.

So hot.

And not just during the day.

When the facet is turned towards cold, warm water comes out.

The pool is a bathtub.

Sonic ran out of their wonderful slushy-ice.

I can't bare to hold hands for longer than 3 minutes.

Forget about make-up. You sweat it right off. 

Forget about hot showers. Or exercising outside. Or hot coffee.

Even eating is a pain. I feel so sluggish, that food has lost its appeal. 

Popsicles are the only way to go.

You can't even enjoy a low thermostat temp. You know the energy bill is coming to eat you and your wallet up by the 1st of next month. Goodbye money.

Triple digits, you are mean. So mean to upstairs, second-story dwellers like us. Second-story dwellers with a skylight in the living room. I swear it makes it hotter.