Mother of Christ, dear reader…I can’t be expected to function in this infernal heat.  It is 121F outside.  We were supposed to get mail today, but I watched the mailman just fucking combust as he was messing with his keys, trying to get the boxes open.  Just burst into flames.  It was the damnedest thing.  Everything in his mailbag combusted as well.  Which is a shame…I was expecting something.  Alas.

In other news, I officially do not care for chicken on pizza.  I prefer proper pizza meats, like sausage and pepperoni.  Chicken on a pizza is not a deal breaker, but the whole time I was eating it, I’d generally wish the chicken wasn’t there.

N.P.: “Brave New World” – Powerman 5000