I have a seething, volcanic hatred for summer. I hate the heat, humidity, bugs, blazing sunshine (it gives me headaches), and perhaps most of all, I hate that everyone around me seems to think summer is awesome. I do as little as possible. I prefer to bask in the flow of the AC unit and wait for fall. Now there's a season!
Also, my job is much worse in the summer.
Also, my job is much worse in the summer.