Enjoy spring while it lasts, they said.
The winters are cold, and the summers are a bitch, but spring is fabulous and after a New York summer, fall will be your best friend.
I'm not looking at anyone in particular, but this really isn't what I was lead to expect. It is COLD in this office. Hear me? COLD.
And it's raining.
And it's practically June.
And.
And.
And.
Damn this wet spring for forcing me to lapse into the repeated sin of starting sentences with conjunctives.
Damn it to hell.
Where it will be warmer.
Although I suppose we can't rely on that forecast either.
surely, you're not looking at ME.
Count yourself lucky matey: our aircon went tango yesterday, with no eta on repairs. There no windows to open in our office. It's like springtime in satans pizza oven.