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I always forget precisely how much I hate summer until it comes back and reminds me. And today wasn't even 90 degrees.
God, I am going to be miserable for the next three months.
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On a related note, tonight I wrote up the summer hours for Cornell's university libraries, on the theory that it is nicer to spend my days off in air conditioned rooms with functional computers than to lie at home on my sofa dying of heat exhaustion and listlessly attempting to turn pages and maintain the ability to think for more than half a page at a time.
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I hate summer. Hate it so damn much.
God, I am going to be miserable for the next three months.
...
On a related note, tonight I wrote up the summer hours for Cornell's university libraries, on the theory that it is nicer to spend my days off in air conditioned rooms with functional computers than to lie at home on my sofa dying of heat exhaustion and listlessly attempting to turn pages and maintain the ability to think for more than half a page at a time.
...
I hate summer. Hate it so damn much.
