I shall inform the lot of you that it is supposed to be 78° Fahrenheit today. I kind of want to bitch about this, all "it's fucking January, you bastards", but I can't really bring myself to do it. Because even though my sense of seasonal propriety is affronted, more than that I hate being cold and I am a miserable whiny bitch when I have to endure temperatures less than, say, 65°.
I bet Justin shows up wearing shorts today.
As I read this in the office I scratch my exposed legs....
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