you know, the only bad thing about a three-day weekend is when the realization that you have to actually go to work the next day finally hits you. for me, ’twas about 8:00 p.m. monday night that it hit me. ugh. of course, the flip-side to that little coin of knowledge is sunday evening when you’re bouncing around full of ‘i don’t work tomorrow!!!’ glee. that’s nice.
this…not so much.
that, and it’s hotter than a crotch out. or it was. it’s finally cooling down around these parts, but that’s just cuz the evil, fiery demon sun finally disappeared. fuckin’ sun, i hate you! seriously, the new england sun is some sort of evil entity completely different from the sun anywhere else. it brings on the humidity & the blinding light of ruined sleep. it also is not useful enough to keep houseplants alive or skin from going all pasty & pale. cuz i am, yo. this is the palest i’ve been. and every year i’m out here, i just get paler. it’s a travesty, really. fuckin’ new england sun. it’s evil. and these days, i don’t even tan anymore. so…yeah, fuck the sun!
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