WTF, Hotlanta?

Yo, Atlanta; you and the folks advertising on your behalf promised that I would be miserably hot the whole time I lived here.  You promised that I wouldn't be able to take the heat and that it never let up.  You promised that 'winter' was only a word used to designate a passage of time and not an actual change of season.  You promised me!  Instead, this is what my phone told me to expect for the next 24 hours:

Nope; that's not degrees Celsius. 

It was SO cold when I woke up today!!  As my roommates and I sit here in all of the [formerly spare] blankets in our house, we choose to press on without turning on the heat so we don't have to pay a gas bill.  Just like the pioneers!

I wonder if the pioneers had dickhead friends and random acquaintances who told them they could leave their winter clothes behind because obviously they wouldn't need them in Hotlanta.  I wonder if they purchased and packed extra pairs of shorts before sojourning South.  

Oh man.  I just got a hankering for some Oregon Trail.  

Also a good segue back into reading about human toxicology.  

Tory out.