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It's that time of year again...
Jun. 18th, 2007 11:47 amFor me to declare my undying HATRED of summer. One day when I have enough money not to work and still live a luxuriously decadent lifestyle I am going to flit between hemispheres following the winter (but not Australia, because it is full of poisonous things and the Sparky does not do poisonous things),
I hate this time of year. Dawn begins at about 4:00am - if I stay up late enough to see the sunrise I want it ACTUALLY to be late, thank you. There is sunlight ALL THE TIME. I hate sunlight, it's so bright and warm and nasty. My light aversion is already giving me hell and people are giving me funny looks for wearing sunglasses - it's summer damn it, it's ALLOWED.
The heat is sickening, all my clothes are ruined by sweat and I have to shower constantly to feel clean. I hate feeling dirty. I don't have enough energy to do anything in the heat and I waste waaay too much time. And at some point the paper white, aryan beloved is going to feel the need to try and get a tan which will result in whimpering lobster-pinkness. The garden becomes a nightmare of insect infestation and worse, loads of people are going to demand we spend time out in it trying to eat/drink/be bored silly (spend a day in the garden? There's no electricity out there!)
The only bonus to summer is people walking around half naked - and Beloved will strip off on request any time of the year anyway.
Now I'm going to be grumpy at everyone until they make the sun go away.
I hate this time of year. Dawn begins at about 4:00am - if I stay up late enough to see the sunrise I want it ACTUALLY to be late, thank you. There is sunlight ALL THE TIME. I hate sunlight, it's so bright and warm and nasty. My light aversion is already giving me hell and people are giving me funny looks for wearing sunglasses - it's summer damn it, it's ALLOWED.
The heat is sickening, all my clothes are ruined by sweat and I have to shower constantly to feel clean. I hate feeling dirty. I don't have enough energy to do anything in the heat and I waste waaay too much time. And at some point the paper white, aryan beloved is going to feel the need to try and get a tan which will result in whimpering lobster-pinkness. The garden becomes a nightmare of insect infestation and worse, loads of people are going to demand we spend time out in it trying to eat/drink/be bored silly (spend a day in the garden? There's no electricity out there!)
The only bonus to summer is people walking around half naked - and Beloved will strip off on request any time of the year anyway.
Now I'm going to be grumpy at everyone until they make the sun go away.