Here I sit, sweating to death in my living room, wondering if I will ever be able to go to sleep. My wife won’t come within 10 feet of me, because I’m a sweaty mess. Have I been running? Climbing stairs? Working hard? No. Yes. and No. The stairs weren’t all that bad though.
I notice that there is one thing about summer that bugs the shit out of me. People saying how “lovely” it is out. How is sweltering heat, dying plants, forest fires, the inability to sleep, and water restrictions lovely?
We live in a rain forest. It’s supposed to fucking rain! Yes, we have cut down a bunch of the forest, but the clouds don’t know that! Dump some water on us.
I know that people will disagree with me here, but summer is the worst season of the year. By far! It sucks for mountain biking, doing any sort of strenuous activity, hanging around outside, hanging around inside. You need to cover up, lather up with sunscreen, and drink lots of water so you don’t get heat stroke. That’s fun? WTF?
I’d write more about my hate for summer, but my fingers are slipping off the keyboard, and my vision is getting blurry. I guess I better drink more god damn water, and lie in a pool of my sweat all night. Joy…
This blog post is probably full of damn spelling mistakes and grammatical errors because my brain is shutting down from heat stroke. Damn you summer for wrecking this post. I hate you.