Hot Ohio Night

Blah. I swear I could hold a Bikram Yoga class in my house tonight. It's 70 degrees with 79% humidity. Why get good sleep with the air on when I can toss and turn all sweaty and sticky??

In the hunt for pictures of an ice cube, I found lots of a black man and not many of little blocks of cooling, frozen bits.

However, I did find this pretty awesome t-shirt. Not sure how my nipples feel about it but neat nonetheless. :) (and a funny blurb about it too!)

The Cool Shirt is a water-cooled t-shirt. It keeps you cool. Not cool in a "I'm gonna get mad laid in this Geekologie t-shirt" way, but rather in a "not warm or hot" way. They were designed for race car drivers, and pump 45-60 degree water around your nipples through 50 feet of rubber hose. You just plug the ends into a pump, and away you go. Since I couldn't find any pricing info, and my trusty Metro doesn't have any AC, I decided to make my own for the hot summer months. Unfortunately, the water was recently cut off in my tenement, so I had to use bourbon instead. Well this morning I was halfway to the grocery store when a crappy song came on the radio and really pissed me off. I yanked one of the tubes out of the pump and let it work all that delicious bourbon down my throat. I got drunk pretty fast (drinking out of a straw gets you drunk faster) and drove my car through a Hardees. I made the most of the situation though and had a delicious order of biscuits and gravy before the police got there. In hindsight, filling the shirt with bourbon was a bad idea. Vodka or gin is probably the way to go.

I guess I'll go lay down now where I'm sure Alex will want to cuddle up and I'll drown in a puddle of my own sweat. Texas didn't kill me but living at home might.