That's the number of degrees celsius in my bedroom tonight. Summer has just officially begun and I'm ready as hell to face whatever the sun cares to throw my way. My windows are open to the late night blues of a man shouting nonsense and a car talking sense. I can hear the machines whispering secret heavy metal lyrics to each other. The gurgle gargle of water going up and falling down the pipes. The small plastic squares click-clacking as I push them down. They defiantly spring back up again, ready for more of the same. My bare back, nude in the neon of a desk lamp, cooled by the fan. I feel the heat soak in through the skin. I'm on fire tonight! Somebody put out the sun and make me cool. Please?