Let me just preface by saying I know how ridiculous this is going to sound. I know.
As others have noted, the weather in Boston is suddenly glorious, after a deplorable stretch including a solid week of cold rain. Naturally, I cast aside all my obligations - finals be damned! - to run around outside all afternoon. I have diagnosed myself with a pretty serious case of Seasonal Affective Order, which shouldn't be called a Disorder at all, because it is perfectly reasonable to be unhappy when the weather blows, and manic when it rocks. So today's clear skies and highs in the seventies hit me like so much photonic cocaine. Tomorrow should be more of the same, and Monday is supposed to get above eighty (80!) degrees. I could die of ecstasy.
In the meantime, though, I can't sleep. It is too damn hot.
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