[Blarg]

Temperatures in the 90's, nights not all that much cooler, here in L.A. Santa Ana winds blowing hot from the North, and baby we was born to sweat like a fukin pig. Everything's sticky.

Makes the bug population completely explode, too. Or maybe they just all come indoors. A new fruit fly lands on my left calf every 20 seconds and I think I'm going to go insane. It's like Chinese water torture -- tickle, tickle, tickle. A non-stop barrage of cockroaches does the same thing; they leave an itch behind when I squish them, and sometimes they bite.

Just a few days ago I was loving the relief as the summer was finally starting to give way to the bearable temperatures of fall. Now the air hangs hot, stale, and immobile on me like the unwanted advances of a persistent gay uncle your parents owe money.

I hate the Santa Ana's.