And nuke for 5 minutes...

Hottest Day in Human History.

At least here in Philly.

Ye gods.

I've parked my ass in front of the A/C and prayed for rain. A hailstorm. Anything cold.

It's Tuesday, so now that I've finished coaching a man from Burma on the phone, my mind leaps ahead to What's On Telly tonight.

It isn't Hell's Kitchen or Nanny 911 because they were on last night. And Six Feet Under was Sunday. Did you see that episode? I'm not going to spoil what happens in the last minute - but try and find it in a rerun.

Yes, Nanny 911. Or boxing. As some of you read from earlier posts, that's the bizarre gamut of my nightlife. Two men smacking each other in the ring, or triplets smacking each other in the crib.

You see why I've been single for so long? Well, no - I do have a meaningful relationship. It's a threesome, actually. Me, my TV and my VCR.
Anybody else feel like a shut-in at night? Not being a "bar person," I find it all too easy to crash and grab the clicker. Not that clicker. My universal remote. Lately I do feel remote, and I wonder: is it universal?

Ye Gods!