I am so flipping tired of summer. And it's only the first day of summer. Today. I am so over it. Being sticky. Hot. Sweaty. Miserable.
Can I make any more sentences with just one word? Sure.
Anyway, I am sick of the heat. I am sick of the humidity. I need Portland. Right. Now. Can I move there next week?
Also, I've had a few beers. I think I should blog more often with a few beers in me.
The End.
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