Phew it's a hot day. And I have a headache. A big, nasty, pound on my brain until I want to die headache. I blame both allergies and barometric pressure.
I am not a Spring/Summer person. I can appreciate the beauty of these seasons, and even partake and enjoy them to a degree. But... a) I hate to sweat. b) I hate suffering from allergies (which pretty-much last from when it gets warm to when it gets cold again). c) I hate insects. I am the original bug-buffet. If there is a bug within 50 kilometres of me I guarantee it will find me, bite me and or buzz around me til I go insane or kill it. d) I hate it when other people sweat. More specifically, other people who do not wear deodorant and shower. e) I hate the smell of garbage in the air, the pungent whack-you-upside-the-head aroma that can only be achieved by sun-broiling many a disgusting thing in the sun. f) I hate not being able to breathe properly due to the aforementioned allergies or the thick, health-deteriorating smog. (not that you can't have smog in the winter, but you know what I mean.)
Anyhow... this is officially my first post about the weather (or the seasons) and I'm not particularly enthralled. I hate it when people talk about the weather really. Ah well.