God, it’s hot. I hate weather like this – it makes me lethargic and useless. Give me something chill and fresh, and I’m full of life and vigor. In summer, I hibernate – my brain shuts off, and even reading takes up more energy than I have to spare. I hate it. I hate being asleep by half ten because I simply haven’t the energy to do anything else.
Why haven’t we invented climate control yet? I want it to be fucking snowing! I might be able to get something done, then.