It's so fucking hot and humid. Fuck. Fuckity fuck and it's not even summer. Not even close. I'm going down to my place of work to see my horrendous boss with her wretched little body sing in this band comprised of regulars. I think all of the employees will be there becuase you just can't miss something that promises to be so horrible. I mean, they're called Rane Check. The flyer has a rain cloud with a check in the middle of the cloud. It's that bad. I hope.