Ah, yes. The dog days of summer. Wait- isn't that supposed to be in August? Ok, ok, fill me in a little, here: we...we're still in...July, aren't we? Or maybe I fell asleep and didn't wake up for, like 2 weeks? Either way, I have heat exhaustion, both literally and figuratively. Amazing, right? Figuratively: I am sick and tired of the heat. Literally: I am sick and tired, which translates into... HEAT EXHAUSTION!!! *da-da-dum...* Yep. Long story short, I was in a golf tournament Monday (which obviously wasn't exactly, well...a good idea or anything...considering it was 110 heat index!) and...alas, hear I am, sick and tired of the heat, and sick and tired because of the heat. Figure that one out. I was actually supposed to be in another tournament today, but I (feeling rather smart, or...should I say, smarter than I was Monday...) withdrew, and here I am, complaining about the dog days of summer that shouldn't have arrived until next month. Sigh...is there an insane asylum nearby...?