It's a million fucking degrees here (here in Chicago not here in my apartment where there is air conditioning and iced hibiscus tea) and I am not at the Pitchfork Music Festival.

It was a last minute thing, I got a set of comps for the festival on Friday morning. Yesterday, while running errands in the heat I realized that there was no way I was going to anything outdoors, at all, even though Diplo is spinning. So while in Trader Joe's I went to the customer service desk and told the manager that I had passes, I'm not using them, and would he please give them to somebody on staff?

Instead I saw an awesome movie and made chili.