... is killing me.
Besides skipping the gym to lye around (to attempt to remain cool, I just sweat awkwardly and uncomfortably); Heat equals Ice Cream... Richard and I, both crave ice cream the hotter it gets... the creamy frozen treat... mmm.
Went to Diary Queen last night... that bitch! I am too embrassed to admit what I had and how good it was, but I will say this... it ruined my calorie budget for yesterday.
That's it... rant over.