Chocolate is the answer. What was the question?

 

 Even back in my pre-ME days I didn't do heat well.  And now it's like after the stampeding buffalo have knocked me down the M4A3E8 76 mm armed Sherman tank ploughs me under.*  It's not even all that hot—but it's that kind of heavy fuggy muggy that feels like you're in the middle of an unpleasant supernatural event—being swallowed by a goblin, say—all the time.  I'm sure there's no air in this air.

            It has not been a wonderful day.  I struggled out of bed possibly even later than u...