And so it came to pass that a fireball would beat down from the heavens scorching New York City as it had be prophesied by the channel 7 news weatherman, causing the snacks in my pantry to soften and creating a subconscious fear that my laptop may melt in my apartment like a VHS tape* in a parked car. On an un-airconditioned downtown no. 1 train yesterday I was fanning myself with the latest edition of amNY featuring a cover article entitled "Scorcher! City braces for first heat wave," and this morning I awoke from the damp swamp that is my bed to catch a morning spinning class at the gym and discovered that it was already 80 degrees at 5:30 a.m.
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