I'm a Freaking Roman Candle!

I'm like a freaking Roman Candle, as in a firework exploding into sparks and colors. I just run hot. I'm full of hot air, hot thoughts, and I'm constantly stoking the fire with caffeine. I am a hot-head for sure.

So it's summer in Chicago, and the humidity is oppressive, and I'm out in the weather most of the day. So I'm basically in flames. Smoke comes out of my eyes. Sometimes I feel like I'm gonna spontaneously combust.

I try to cool down in cool rooms. I am on the hunt for cool zones. But hot. I am. I can live with it. Probably. Just need to keep it a "controlled burn."

Burn on!