Friday was disgustingly hot.

The only solution was to go find shopping centres with uber-aircon. And not spend much money at the same time. The aircon was blissful and the shopping centres were surprisingly not packed with people. They probably had aircon at home and were lying in front of it in their underwear while inhaling ice-blocks.

In spite of the aircon and coolness, the heat still was draining when you'd go outside and get slapped in the face with a wall of heat radiating up from the asphalt. You'd struggle to the car across a burning desert and then try not to get the seatbelt buckle anywhere near your body while clipping it in once in the car.

Finished off with groceries, which involved shuffling around the store like zombies, blankly staring at items on shelves, wondering whether they were worth buying and whether you'd ever eat anything other than fruitylicious ice-blocks again.

And then things were packed into greenbags by a zombie checkout chick who needed to include more brains in her daily diet...

Yesterday was also enormously hot. The random cat came around and slept in front of the fan for about three hours in the afternoon. Also found two large huntsman spiders in the house, which led to a double arachnid homicide. Today's also toasty, but less spidery, which is the one consollation.

I really hate this weather.