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This humidity is going to kill me. It's too hot to think, too hot to move really. The theatre is air conditioned, for which boon many thanks, but then I walk outside and wilt. I much prefer the freezing cold, because at least then I could put on another shirt or turn up the radiators. Now I want to crawl into my fridge and sleep there.

I have no brains. I have shut down. I'm like a retirement community in Arizona; it's too goddamn hot and there's nobody home. As the Magic 8 Ball says, try again later.