Some mornings I waken and have a certain song, or more typically a small portion of a song, stuck in my head. Today its from when Rob Thomas met Santana… and its only the line "7 inches from the midday sun", which after typing this I realize I'm also thinking about that dave matthews tune where he mentions that, "its so hot that you could fry an egg". Either way, and despite that I like the latter better than the former on principles so indisputable as Rob Thomas not being Latin and Santana having horrible tone, the reason for this extended dialogue on these songs is because I'm hot.

Some of you may be reading this, cursing me for my vanity and calling down all manner of curses upon my riglorious demeanor, but you have misperceived what I was actually saying. I am hot, as in, 40,000,000 degrees. I'm hot! If you feel well informed and are under the impression that tour busses have good airflow when the motor is not running, you may hereby consider yourself misinformed. Furthermore, if you're uncertain as to why the devil went down to Georgia… he just wanted a warmer place to vacation.