Gah! Stupid humidity. . .
God dammit. It's 89.1 degrees in my room with the fan on. My parents refuse to turn on the AC, which is well and good for them since they are downstairs where it is a reasonable temperature.
My brain has melted, my pajamas smell funny, and everything is sticky. Better yet, my aunt and uncle are bringing they normally smelly (soon to be nauseating) Newfoundland. No dog should be large enough to feed on children.
The silver lining lies in the fact that I might be mauled to death before the weekend is up. (And it appears the Naruto dubbers won't be replacing shuriken with chicken nuggets. Whoo!)
My brain has melted, my pajamas smell funny, and everything is sticky. Better yet, my aunt and uncle are bringing they normally smelly (soon to be nauseating) Newfoundland. No dog should be large enough to feed on children.
The silver lining lies in the fact that I might be mauled to death before the weekend is up. (And it appears the Naruto dubbers won't be replacing shuriken with chicken nuggets. Whoo!)