July dread

I have a confession to make: I hate July. And August a bit as well, but July specially. I think it is because I don't have a proper occupation, hence I don't associate July to anything but working like hell, being too hot or too wet and a lot of waiting around. That is what it is. Absoulte boring piss.

The only good thing about July this year has been Harry Potter. Also the Riverside, of course, but to be fair, and as much as I appreciate the favour they're doing to me, it is still work and work is boring to a certain point. Except for today, where I saw a bottle of double cream explode in front of my feet and I had to clean a white pool all covered in dairy. I got oer it soon enough, and switched to something else but I still had the terrible feeling of having screwed up... You never know with these people.

I hate summer like I hate Christmas time. I am the worst scrooge ever, I think. But, I also have to say, I really like being busy. Yes, I am weird like that. So let's cut it out and get going, July.