When I was eleven I wanted to be Scarlett O'Hara. I've gotten over that.
My birthday is in two days, it is not supposed to be 100 degree today.
It's after 5pm, the temperature is not supposed to be going UP! *scowl* And don't think it escaped my noticed that it was only 73 on Sunday, 33…
The temperature of Dothraki soup. I need a new book.