I can't even escape to the East Coast to get away from the heat

I am hot. It's virtually all I think about all day long. I drink coffee out of my snowman mug so I can pretend it's winter..or that I'm a snowman. It's like every summer I suffer amnesia over the heat produced in the Deep South. At some point in winter, I know I say, "I wish it was summer." I feel it's safe to say after this summer, I will never utter that phrase again. And while I used to daydream about moving back to Philly to escape the heat, nope, not gonna happen, it's hot as hell there, too. Only there, when it's hot, this fetid smell comes from the steam grates in the street. I never experienced the heat there like they are currently experiencing, so that weird gas smell combined with men peeing in front of me in the streets kind of robs the romanticism of that notion.

Also, if it's so hot, why are my allergies going nuts? Doesn't heat kill things that make you sneeze? I mean, I'm no ENT, but I thought that was how it worked. Cold = dead sneezy causers, and Hot = dead mucus-producing trees...that's pretty much the equation that used to allow me to go outside in extreme heat and cold. Now, I'm popping Benadryl, Claritin, Allegra, Mucinex and various unmarked medications I find in my purse, and I still cannot breathe, have itchy eyes and throat and am snoring due to stuffiness to the point that I wake myself up. Don't talk to me about snore strips. All those do is misshape my nose to the point that I look like a Jim Henson creation.

In light of the overtime I have worked in recent weeks, I would like to take this time to apologize to the customer service staff at AT & T that I yelled at when they told us we were signed up for DSL, charged us for it, and then told us it wasn't available in our area. I can't remember their names, I even wrote them down, as I was going to send a letter to someone reproaching their behavior, but I got bored with it and apparently lost the torn napkin I was going to use to get revenge. After working in customer service, it is amazing the level to which you will acquiesce to even the most incompetent customer service personnel. Recently, at a department store, there was this couple checking out in front of us, and it was like double coupon day, and additional 30% off if you're name was Maria or something, so they were taking FOREVER, and when we finally got up to check-out, the girl apologized like 5 times and we both said, "It's fine; it's totally not your fault," and she was so glad that we weren't jackasses, she gave us an additional 15% off. It pays to be nice to your customer service folks, I'm just saying.

Songs I'm currently unable to get out of my head (in no particular order):
1. Carrie Underwood (I think) -- that song about the guy cheating and she keys his "pretty little souped up ride"
2. Sugar Ray - Every Morning...and I LOATHE Sugar Ray
3. Wilson Phillips - Hold On
4. Ryan Adams - Cracks in a Photograph
5. Laura Branigan - Gloria
6. Frank Sinatra - My Way

The monkey DJ in my head has multiple personalities.