Augh

Dear Reveille,

I love you.  But I hate spring heat cycles.  Hate.  With the burning intensity of a thousand flaming suns, I hate spring heat cycles.

I know you'll get over it in a week or so, but right now?  Get out of my sight, you obnoxious cow.  Find some ice cream and a Tiger Beat magazine and do whatever it is teenage girls do when they're hormonal.

Sincerely,

Rinsie.