Peevish

that is the word. That is the best word to describe how I feel in this heat.

I saw one of those bank-signs that does time and temperature. It read "107." I realize that the sensors on those things are often on roofs or other hot, sunny places, but I found myself thinking, "if you had a fever of that, you'd be dead by now."

and the heat brings out Teh Crazy: to wit:

A group of guys, outside of one of the dorms, playing basketball. They've been playing for at least 30 minutes based on drive-time. The counselor who has her office next to the campus nurse saw them, shook her head, and said to me, "normally I don't encourage young adults to stay in and play video games, but in this case I would."

some guy in a wheelchair (with one leg crossed, cocked-at-the-knee style), propelling himself down the MIDDLE of a busy street. Going the opposite direction of traffic.

a group of people (from a charity that I've never heard before) out bucket-drive collecting at an intersection. (I HATE bucket-drives. It screws up traffic, it puts the people working the drive at risk, and it seems expressly designed to say "if you don't drop your pocket change in this bucket, you are a horrible evil selfish person")

Some guy in the post office (in line ahead of me, natch) who was JUST LIKE Milton Waddams from "Office Space." He kept bringing up these stupid, stinking, trivial things at the window, which slowed the process through the post office even more: "Ma'am...ma'am? I...I think you gave me stamps with Heroes of the Blues on them instead of Heroes of Jazz, which is what I asked for. Can you please look in the back to see if you have any of the Heroes of Jazz left?....." and "My letter...my letter that I am sending out today....will it get there by next week? Because it has to be there next week."

there was also a woman sending approximately 36 "cute" invitations to a party. They were "cute" because they were message-in-a-bottle style - really packed in little water bottles. Of course, every single stinkin' one of them was a different weight, and each one had to be weighed and carefully hand cancelled before it was sent off. (I am willing to bet that the majority of those "cute" invites will arrive crushed).