More likely, I'm still suffering the aftereffects of my overconsumption of ice cream last night. Also, I'm sure I've inhaled millions of microscopic seeds and bits of pollen, and there is now a garden of weeds attempting to take root in my lungs. It is the weedy time of year, and rough plants are beginning to emerge from the desiccated soil. It's like being at a party from which the polite, well-groomed guests have long since departed, and only the rowdiest remain, now to be joined by party-crashing thugs who will piss in the bathtub, toss cigarette butts in the glasses, knock over the lamps, and hump one another on the couch, regardless of who is watching. In other words, the fun is starting! Summer's riotous end is in view, and while I wouldn't miss it for anything, I'll be glad when the autumnal cops come to break the party up- preferably with a massive shower of rain. September, right around the corner.
Also; The line has been drawn: mrmustard. Sadness.