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07.12.05
The heat has forced me to don my cranky pants (or capris if you insist.) I can't exercise. I can hardly move or crack a smile. The city is reaching highs of 34 degrees Celsius, with the humidity, it feels like 40 out there. This is not the glistening hot hot heat of sexy Spain or turn me on Thailand. It's hot, sticky, and zombifiying.
On the weekend, we downloaded a Warren Miller movie and dreamed of hitting the powder. We are sooo Canadian.
Pass the icy fudgesicles please!
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