Today I worked for eight hours in a store with no air-conditioning, the heat index was 104 degrees, and the store was filled with overweight to obese women swarming around because of our 40% friends-and-family sale. It was, in all, a humbling experience, especially because I was measuring about half of them for the new jeans. Getting that up close and personal with women who are in a shopping frenzy is an invitation to discover all sorts of new smells. All of the associates were operating under a cloud of sweat and lowered personal intelligence; it was fucking hot in that store. I hope they get the air conditioning fixed by Friday, because that is NO way to live!

Life has been, as perfectcherry so aptly put it, weirdly and liltingly normal. I am enjoying it. The weather has been normally tropical for this time of year, we've had decent amounts of rain (although this past week we've had heat advisories -- however, it IS August), and so far there have been no noteworthy storms in the Atlantic. Last night, Jackie, Carl, Rachael, Germaine and I all played our Rifts campaign at Jean-Paul's house in Gentilly Terrace; although there was no appearance by JP's mysterious girlfriend, a good time was had by all. I haven't been able to attend the Rifts sessions in months, and while I DON'T miss playing my bumbling idiot of a cyberknight, I do miss playing my six-inch-tall fairy of doom.

Eighteen days 'til Dragon*Con!