Fifth

Dear God its hot just now. 

For all of you not in the UK - and I believe thats most of you - we are currently suffering under a heat wave.  On the global scale of things, I am well aware that there are places which face worse conditions on a regular basis, but these things need to be looked at relatively.
Most people seem to be taking it in their stride, basking in the sun when they get the chance, but still having the de-rigueur grumble about the shambolic state of our public (and private) transport infrastructure.  I however am doing neither. 

Im fortunate that my girlfriend and I drive to and from work, so do not have to rely on buses or (shudder) trains.  Also, I have never been a sun-worshipper - I am not suited to it.  I am tall, fair-haired and sport more than my fair share of freckles.  I dont tan; I just go red or burn for a few days, and then return to my usual Snow White tan.  I am genetically pre-disposed to a career in IT, and I thank my Gods each day that I have found my way into said career.

Melanin levels notwithstanding, I do not flourish in the heat.  I get grumpy, I sweat far more than anyone else around me, and my thoughts concurrently gain the consistency of sludge.  This causes me to become even grumpier.

Im something of an amateur writer you see.  Ive scribbled and twiddled at short stories, essays, haiku and RPG scenarios on and off for as long as I can remember.  Despite repeated urgings, I havent tried to have anything published, other than a few stories online.  Ive been trying to take steps recently to change this.
The Write an Article for 2O2P competition got me fired up again, which was odd given that Id never written anything like that before.  I have since tried to maintain the momentum I built up writing said article.  I had a particularly lucid dream toward the end of last week after a run through the Blackrock Depths dungeon in WoW - when I woke up the next morning I immediately started converting it into a brief fan-fiction piece. 
That was just before the heat wave really kicked in here.  With my thoughts settled comfortably into the previously-mentioned sludge like state, I have since been unable to work on anything.  This blog alone has taken a day and a half to even start writing, and has been full of mistypes and spelling mistakes galore.  I think Im partly to blame for this state of affairs though, my florid writing style doesnt lend itself to hot, slow days in the office where the arse of my trousers is slowly melting into the chair.

Oh yes, thats the other thing thats wrong.  Work is really quiet just now, so the days are sloooooow.