I mean, really, weather talk is lame. It’s 56˚ Fahrenheit in and around my zip code according to my lover, Weather.com.

But folks, I am in a sleeping bag. SLEEPING BAG. In May.
There is something so wrong with this weather.
I can’t put my finger on it, beyond, oh, wait, it’s too damn cold. Sleeping bag in May.

No, I don’t see anyone else complaining about actually being comfortable; but I also don’t see anyone else from Mississippi. I need heat, people. My hair is suffering from no humidity. I need to really be encouraged to sweat so I’ll start riding my bike again. I need to feel my entire body being wrung out by the humidity and acid air that summer brings.

Also, my sleeping bag needs to go back in the closet. So if someone could get me some nice hot summer weather sometime soon, I’d appreciate it. The closer to 100˚ Fahrenheit, the better.

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