.fever.

i hate spring. always have, always will. i hate pollen, i've had hay fever every year since i was ten. back then, they didn't make medicine quite as well. i was constantly drowsy and miserable. it seems to get worse every year. i want to rip my eyes out and turn my throat inside out and itch it to pieces. i hate spring. spring meant that track season was starting. i remember how i would be in the field house chatting it up with "T" who would be in the weight room training for his elite soccer team or whatever. warm weather memories. gah i hate them. i hate change in weather that brings the bugs out, and the people out. it starts to get warm and people start going crazy with insisting that every other past activity now must be conducted outside. i hate how spring becomes a coming out social event. people want to have their iced coffee coolattas on the metal tables outside under the umbrella, while wearing their light jacket over a cute khaki skirt and wedge sandals. people start window shopping and taking walks through the city, stopping in this thrift store and that cheeky designer shop. and the baseball games, sitting in the semi-cool night air while watching the sky dim, who wants that? how bout the beginning of those spontaneous bbqs? yeah, totally lame that anyone would enjoy just bumming around the table, drinking beers and shooting the breeze or chillin on the front steps talking about everything and anything. yeah...totally.