I always used to say I couldn't decide which was the worst season, winter when I am perpetually freezing into my clothes, or summer when I am perpetually sweating out of them.

You'd think, that having had this as of yet pleasantly mild summer, I would be prepared to say, "Whelp, summer ain't so bad, winter it is then." That is wrong.

Beyond heat, even beyond the drunken outdoor gigs at the bar next door, the unequivocal reason I've decided I hate summer the most is because there are bugs. At least during winter they are all out of my sight and, God willing, DEAD.

I had the paranoid freak out of my live when I couldn't reach to kill a spider last night, tried to ignore it, and ended up still awake at 5 o'clock in the morning thinking, Oh my God, I have to kill it, I'll never get any peace if I know it could crawl over me as I slept.

Mood disgusted Music Seishun (Youth) - Kyou Kara Maou! OST