Some day, it will be fall here in Virginia.
Some day, it will be not be almost 100 fucking degrees, with a heat index of 108 mother fucking degrees. Oh and the humidity is 80%.
Some day, I will be able to walk outside and not feel the skin and flab melting off my bones. (Okay, so the flab can melt right off, but the skin stays.)
Some day, I will be able to wear sweaters again. And cashmere wraps. And lovely socks with my Danskos.
Some day, I will be able to cook soups and pot roasts and chicken & dumplings, instead of serving chilled ice, ice au gratin, ice ala mode, and more ice. I might bitch about cooking, but I do like to eat more than just ice.
Some day, I'll be able to sit on My Precious with the Dr. Who blanket wrapped around me while I read.
In the meantime, I guess all this suffering is good for me, but I can't wait for SOME DAY to get here, and soon dammit.