Phoenix, Arizona is probably the hottest place in the history of the
universe. My shoe got stuck to melting tar on the road, and that was at
5:30 this morning. I think I saw fire melt today.
The crew's a bit restless at the moment I think, which is
understandable. Tempers run high in a state where you get sunburnt
inside at midnight. I think it's affecting Charles the most - he has to wear that suit all day so he'd be twice as hot as any of us. He's been lashing out over the last couple of days, but it's all been in good fun. He has a biting sense of humour, so it's actually quite fun to watch. As long as it's not directed at you. He keeps calling me Sarah and laughing hysterically. I must be missing something - it's probably a metaphor or something.