Sticky

It is hot.  Outside, that is.  Inside, I've decided to give in and crank up the AC.  

It is 90 degrees.  More like 700 degrees when you factor in the sticky moistness that is humidity. 

Supposedly the mercury is going to rise.  

I need to do laundry.  But that would mean I have to go outside. 

I need to get groceries.  But, again, outside.  I don't need fresh fruits and veggies anyways.  Right? 

I can always order me up a pizza.