Just a quick post here, exemplifying my utter dedication to the craft of writing and my deadlines and work as a novelist--
I have no air conditioning in the living room where my home office is located. I'm currently writing this in 80-degree weather outside. It's hot as hell. It's so hot that ahm scruing upp mah shpelling. My brain's turning into mush. I have a cold, wet towel over my head draping down to my arms, and it feels oh, so good. Try it, you'll like it. Only $9.99 with shipping and handling. You'll feel like a new author with your new biceps.
This is dedication, folks. Oooh, my sweat tastes like Gatorade. Quench your thirst.