I have spent the last seven months waiting for the sun to come back, and now that it's here, it's annoying me. At first, it was a nice novelty - the balcony can be used, I can sit outside and drink beer, I can fantasise about all the lovely relaxing sun-based things that I'm going to do.

But that's all it's good for - relaxing activities. What about when you actually have to get stuff done? What about when you have to rush to sign up for your new German class, deal with the ubiquitous bureaucracy, then rush to the library to drop back the books that are due back today, realising that you have forgotten one, explain yourself to the librarian, then rush to work?

Sweat is what boody happens. Disgusting, smelly drips dropping off my forehead. And giving me horrible armpit sweatpatches. And making my crotch all damp (that's the worst of all). Normally, I'm not a particularly nice-smelling guy. I smell manly. But when it's sunny, I just smell fecking bad. Really bad. And I can't do anything about it. Urgh, and my feet sweat too; I hate feet even when they're not stinky, rancid sweat-paws. And it mats my lovely curly hair into a flat stinky mess.

Damn it, snow, I miss you!