connecting*the*dots

I almost died on Friday as I moved my brother into his new house. We absolutely baked in the 100 degree+ sun for 6 hours, taking breaks every 20 minutes or so just to stay conscious.

A big shout of respect to day laborers.

Once we finished up I headed over to the Juice Shop on Lawndale to grab a smoothie, hoping and praying for a brain freeze. The girl at the counter looked at me as if my hair were on fire while I tried my best to order a tall citrus smoothie (so good!)… I think my eyeballs were cooked up and clouded like poached eggs, as everything was foggy for the remainder of the afternoon.

So yes, the weather has been crazy hot for my first summer in North Carolina and I’m kinda depressed about it. Unlike some people, I actually buy into the thesis behind Al Gore’s scientifically fueled presentation / movie, so the heat is not only unbearable, but a moment to moment reminder that we’re in deep shit as a planet.

And then Sandi Fontaine comes along and confuses me even more:

I don’t know if I want to slap her silly or ask for a tall glass of milk.

(via Neatorama)

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(inspired by C&L)

I told her that my shadow charges by the hour.