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THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING.
I mean. I love summer. I do. If I could have it my way, the year would be spring, summersummer, fall. No one really needs winter. HOWEVER. And this is very important: My idea of summer is NOT 40 DEGREE HEAT. THAT IS 15 DEGREES ABOVE THE LIMIT OF MY COMFORT ZONE.
And it makes me feel all useless and non-writery. :/ I have two fans, a spritzy bottle, enough popsicles to start a fetish mini-series and am sitting around in my underwear like a SKEEZE, and it is still Too Hot to do anything than produce stilted crap-wurds.
Bitch bitch, whine whine, grump.
SCREAM.
I mean. I love summer. I do. If I could have it my way, the year would be spring, summersummer, fall. No one really needs winter. HOWEVER. And this is very important: My idea of summer is NOT 40 DEGREE HEAT. THAT IS 15 DEGREES ABOVE THE LIMIT OF MY COMFORT ZONE.
And it makes me feel all useless and non-writery. :/ I have two fans, a spritzy bottle, enough popsicles to start a fetish mini-series and am sitting around in my underwear like a SKEEZE, and it is still Too Hot to do anything than produce stilted crap-wurds.
Bitch bitch, whine whine, grump.
SCREAM.