what did I ever enjoy about summer?
I have no appetite. I am constantly woken up at night either by heat or by the train noises outside because I keep my windows open.
I have no will to do anything inside, and no will to go outside and be rendered a sweaty mess in seconds.
What is summer good for, anyway? I'm definitely not a fan.
One caveat -- on clear nights, the stars! It is like tons of sparkly glitter on a black canvas. The city is a little brighter than I'd like-- ahhh, how perfect it would be to be able to escape somewhere high and dark and just lay there all night.
But this is not limited to summer >/
I am expecting, also, to be crazy and/or generally broken for the next week. Tread softly, universe!