Slept in as much as I could this morning because of my (terrible) long run yesterday and going out to play Euchre. (I left the house to go to the pub at the time when I went to bed the previous night. Yikes.)

So, welcome to another cop-out blog. Since I’m at work already and have a pile of stuff to do, I’m going to do a long-neglected lesson/tool/whatever in writing, a brainstormed list of 10.

Right, ten things I won’t miss about summer:

1. Seeing shirtless dudes wearing backpacks.
2. Cicadas singing so loudly that sleep is a challenge.
3. Ingrown hairs due to having to step up the grooming of lower body.
4. Worrying said ingrown hairs could actually be flesh-eating bacteria.
5. Lamenting that Sports Illustrated swimsuit models don’t have to worry about such things as they have personal body scrubbers/waxers/Photoshop artists.
6. Not being able to curl up under a blanket to sleep.
7. The lack of sweaters.
8. Permanently angry face from reactions to sun and/or sunscreen.
9. Feeling uncomfortable when I see 10-year-old girls wearing what are essentially booty shorts.
10. Fruit flies.

Eh, not my best work, but maybe I’ll use one of these things as a jumping-off point for another writing thing.

Right, back to data entry. After that, I get to call the carpet cleaners. PARTY.