Owwwwwwwwww. I helped Debbie haul shtuff into her new apartment (what is it with people living on the second floor of buildings with no elevators?), and between the high temperatures, my apparent hay fever (blast blast blast), and the fact that I'm a wuss, I had to essentially lie down/pass out for a bit on her couch. Whee. My body's not going to be happy with me in the morning, that much I know.
And it's one of those rare days in Portland that gets warm enough to make you wish for an air conditioner. I don't deal well with heat.