sweaty before 8 am

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.