I'm back in hot hot hot south Georgia trying my best not to step outside. I have a fasting blood test at 9 a.m. so of course I was wide awake at 7 o'clock, unable to stay in bed. All I can think about is coffee and orange juice, but my coping mechanisms are 1) staring at the internet and 2) watching a smoking live eighties VHS of Tina Turner's world tour. I don't care so much about her music from Private Dancer, but Tina is The Shit. She's duetting with David Bowie, but he's pretty milquetoast in comparison to her legs, her hips, her facial expressions which fall somewhere between a beatific smile and a good orgasm.

But I'm still thirsty.

NTD