The heat is getting to me. Wake up... sweating. Drink coffee... sweating... sit in a chair... sweating... although they say if you stop sweating, then you should start worrying... or maybe by then it's too late to worry...
And sitting here sweating, did I just hear this line? "MY BRAIN IS TURNING TO SAND..." Did I?
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