But it's too. Damn. Hot. Really, Bay Area? You got to play me like this? When no one has any air conditioning? My fan has been on for four days without a break. All my windows that can be safely left open are as open as possible. And yet, it's hot. Hot, hot, hot. I HATE hot.

If you're cold, you can always put more clothing on. There's only so much you can take off, and when you do, you're still hot. You can drape yourself in wet cloth and lie around under the fan, but when those bandanas dry, you're still hot. There's no escape from the hot.

I think I might die.*

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*Ok, probably not. BUT MAYBE.