It's 4:03 in the morning and I just got home. It was over 90 degrees outside. Inside the cottoncandy trailer we're pretty sure it was over 100. No, I'm not being sarcastic. My honey Laura got fired because she commited a carnival no no that she didn't know about. My skin is so dry the skin on my one hand litterally split (its not only gross but also painful). I'm filthy, and despite sitting in AC for the last 3 hrs while moving the trailers to new locations I'm still sticky from sweating. In summarization - I feel disgusting. Perhaps the only bright spot in the entire day - I got a reply to an e-mail I sent a few days ago. Gumby wants to get together. I think I'm glowing. ~Passed out from delight...or heat exhaustion.