I was in my backyard, filling and placing this bag of sand at about 5:30 p.m. today. It doesn’t look like much, but I don’t think it would be much harder to shift the body of an adult male than it was this bag of sand. How can such a small amount of sand weigh so much?

I have another one to fill and place, but I was so hot and tired after fucking with this one that I called it a day. The weather app said that it was only 79º outside while I was working, but I would have guessed somewhere closer to 85º.

Anyway, one week from today is August 5th. Every year, about this time, when the weather is hot as balls and I can barely function, I think about the scene from the Wedding Singer when Robbie tells Sammy that the wedding is on “August 5th, a week from today,” meaning that the day they’re speaking on is July 29th. This is an important detail because just a few seconds later, Sammy notices that Julia left her jacket in the back of the limo, and Robbie says that she took it off because “she said it wasn’t jacket weather anymore.” Bitch, it’s the middle of fucking summer. It ain’t been jacket weather for months.

That always bugs me about that movie.