everyone will have their day to die.

And today might be that day. Ugh. Heat. Some idiot at work was claiming it wasn't that hot, and wasn't "record-breaking" despite the fact that it's been hotter these last few days than, oh, since 1996.

Moya has fresh oil, btw. And a new serpentine belt, as the old one was decrepit, and we all know that my luck would have decreed it snap during the weekend. I am vaguely sorry for the woman sitting next to me in Saturn, as I kept giggling at the Bloom County I was reading (22+ fucking years, and the politics all still ring bloody true. Christ, what's that say about the pointlessness of voting in America?)

Still hot out. Ugh.