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Holy fuck, how I hate the damned heat. Yes, I realize I get it rarely, but it just reminds me how much I hate it. How the hell did I manage to live in Oklahoma for so long? I think it was that it was so damned hot, it took me twenty-odd years before I could move to leave.
Also, I've never given much thought to being a barfly, but today? In the heat, carry a heavy backpack, going three places to get someone, anyone to process some film by tomorrow (and failing miserably to get anyone to feel sorry enough for me to do it)? A cider in the middle of the afternoon was the best thing I'd ever tasted in my LIFE. Holy hells. I'd consider doing it again, but that'd mean being out in the heat and getting sufficiently hot and tired before it tasted that AWESOME. I'm lazy enough as it is.
Also, I've never given much thought to being a barfly, but today? In the heat, carry a heavy backpack, going three places to get someone, anyone to process some film by tomorrow (and failing miserably to get anyone to feel sorry enough for me to do it)? A cider in the middle of the afternoon was the best thing I'd ever tasted in my LIFE. Holy hells. I'd consider doing it again, but that'd mean being out in the heat and getting sufficiently hot and tired before it tasted that AWESOME. I'm lazy enough as it is.