Your Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg Quizo Update

The walk from the building I work in to the building where I get lunch
is maybe 400 feet. I was one of the lucky ones who survived; the
walkway between the two structures was littered with the
rapidly-decomposing bodies of those who perished during the crossing,
victims of heat so intense that if one listens closely one can hear
even the trees wailing in their death throes.

It is too fucking hot, people.

I stumbled in the door when I got here to the cafeteria, exhausted,
drenched in sweat, alternatively renouncing the God who created both
weather and the humans who would so colossaly fuck it up and praying
to the same God to reach down with his merciful hands and snuff out my
life.

After all, when I finish lunch I'm going to have to walk back.

JLK