What a friggin' day yesterday was.
Hottest day of the year, decade, recorded history - I've heard all of 'em.
Point is? It was hot.
Since my poor hot dog and I were sweating to death in our air conditioner-less apartment, a friend set us up in his office to keep cool (thank you, sir).
That was a good thing about my day.
But the way home was... not so good.
On my walk to the Queen streetcar, my shoe started to literally fall apart. By the time I got on the packed car, it was completely busted. After standing for awhile, I finally managed to hobble my way to a seat to inspect the shoe. It was beyond immediate repair.
This is what I get for buying cheap shoes (hey, at least they lasted for years).
And so, I had the fun task of walking home barefoot.
One one arm, I had my computer, books, and all the crap that went with it, plus a broken shoe and a half broken shoe.
The other hand? Reigning in a panting, crazy Daisy.
I managed to burn my feet on the insanely hot pavement, and then step in glass. Huzzah! Such luck.
By the time I got home to my sweltering apartment, I was sweating buckets and ready to kill something. Anything.
Instead, I did the smart thing. I had a beer.
Having discovered that Daisy loves watermelon and it seems to cool her down, we gave that a go too.
So, although it was hot as hell, I figured we'd be ok. We got past the worst of it, right?
Later that same night the heat finally made me sick. Heat exhaustion, heat stroke, whatever you want to call it - I was sick. Dry heaves, dizziness, headache...
Kris was not a happy girl.
You can probably guess what I'm doing today.
Yep. Hunting for air conditioners.
Screw you, heat & bad luck. I shall own you.