Fail, timing. F-a-i-l.

I do not want to go to a freaking mock interview (yes, a mock one, ugh), especially not when it's supposedly going to hit a high of 106 today. Fraaaaaak. Add humidity to the mix, and... ugh, says I. Again. Emphatically.

Quoth my ex: That is all.

Sooooo much iced coffee will be drunk toda--oh, bad idea, then I'll be up for bloody ever tonight. Um. Decaf iced coffee? ... That'll work.