i've said it before, and i'll say it again
i. hate. summer.
okay, maybe i should be more specific: i hate summer weather in the lower northeast.
this level of humidity is unhealthy, unnerving, and - worst of all - unfreshening. a perfectly pressed shirt turns to wrinkles in 60 seconds flat. finely detailed hairstyles fall like melting snow cones onto a boardwalk. a freshly showered back is soon dewy - NAY, worse than dewy: outright wet.
mornings like these i can't talk to anyone in the office for about a half hour after arrival, for fear of snapping.
but i'm glad i have you to talk to.