When I was a kid, I was under the impression that summer was my favorite season. After all, it packed a double-punch -- right hook: my birthday came during summer, left hook: no school!
Like most kids, though, I was blatantly stupid.
Now that my entire life isn't made up of finding ways to spend excessive free time, summer is a semi-literal version of hell on earth. I hate few things more than sweating, and what with "jobs" that rob me of the ability to spend every afternoon in a movie theater, or a friend's pool, or my parents' centrally-air-conditioned basement, that starts to become a real problem really fast.
I'm currently hiding out in my bedroom, the one room I've managed to install a window AC in, because sitting in the living room was making me dizzy - and if this weren't my day off, I wouldn't even have that luxury.
Beyond that, my natural humbuggery gets a pass in winter - never bothering to meet my friends out, or even leave my couch and sweatpants, is understandable when it's 22 degrees out and the sun goes down at 3:30. Not so in summer.
Is there an opening for the Ebenezer Scrooge of the Fourth of July? Because I'd like to nominate myself for the position...as long as it doesn't require wearing a totally stifling outfit or going out of doors...
-Posted by Jilly
Thursday, May 27, 2010
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