it wasn't that kind of hot that comes from the outside..  oh no.  it was that kind that heats up your insides.  that kind that comes at the end of summer, when things should be cooling down, not smoldering in and around your damp wakefulness.  you turn your window unit up high, you even face the little metal fan in the corner at your bed.  you're already naked and the blankets have long been tangled around your feet.  it is three thirty in the morning and there is nothing you can do about it. 

so you get up, get the bottle of jagey out of the freezer and you put up pictures from vegas.  it's still hot but now you're cool because you know that later today you are going to get a call from your partner telling you how incredibly responsible and efficient that was.  she is going to sing your praises and put 'good' points in your mutual account. 

you hear that michelle?  because about an hour ago the bottle told me to stop working and take it to bed.  it talked real sweet, like only a bottle of jagey knows how.  but i didn't listen.  now i am done and it is beckoning again.  this time i think we are going to go.  another incredibly responsible decision. 

;)  k