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Okay, so it's so disgustingly hot here that I've now gone to the extreme of playing Christmas carols while I write my thesis in a vain attempt to trick my cerebral cortex into thinking it's December and cold. Brrrrrrr!
God, I wish!
It's so hot that my arms were unintentionally dyed blue by my sundress because it started leeching colour. And, somehow, Dean Martin singing "Let It Snow" isn't quite working.
God, I wish!
It's so hot that my arms were unintentionally dyed blue by my sundress because it started leeching colour. And, somehow, Dean Martin singing "Let It Snow" isn't quite working.