Woke up in a hot sweat . . .
There's nothing like a hot flash. Granted, this one wasn't caused by nature. It was caused by the AC deciding to take the day off — on my day off from the day job. 5:45 a.m., sweat was dripping all over my body. I opened my eyes and realized I was in bed alone and hot air was blowing over my body. I walked over to the thermostat and that mother said 90 degrees. 90. . .fucking . . .degrees. On the inside part. I grabbed my phone and texted my homeboy -- why? Because I figured if I'm up at this ungodly hour, someone else needed to feel my pain. He said, OMG. I hope you're naked. Such a dude. But he was right. I was naked with an ice pack on my ass though. But there was no way I could relax and lounge in bed. Then there was the thought of putting my laptop on my lap and writing. Hell no! More heat. And what if my thighs were wet and I shorted something out? Umm, a cold shower though. People always write about cold showers because someone's horny monster was...