Minding my own business trying to read everything I can so that I can be the usual know-it-all when all of a sudden I look up at the wall in front of me and see flames flickering around the room. I look down and the floor is nothing but molten fucking lava. I'm sweating more profusely than Paris Hilton in a confessional. It's then that I realize that I'm actually on the fucking Sun.

I'm not really on the Sun, but damn if the heat hasn't been turned up to fever like temperatures.

I thought all wives knew one of the basic rules of marriage: Never, ever, under any circumstances, do you touch a white man's thermostat.

Fuck heat. Later, QD.