It's hot here in Paris. And tomorrow it will be even hotter. It's not the heat. It's not the humidity (thankfully low). It's the lack of air conditioning when in dress clothes, working in an office, the sun beating in through massive untinted windows, with powerful computers pumping out serious heat. My balls are dripping wet, and not with lust, let me tell you.
And tomorrow it will be hotter. I am looking forward to being back in sticky, sultry, Houston, where I can scoot from air-conditioned space to air-conditioned space.
17 July 2006
hotter than the devil's balls
