Sunshine can be a curse.
It's gorgeous outside, but I'm stuck indoors writing this awful econ paper. I'm basking in the glow of my computer monitor in a t-shirt and shorts, feeling more than a bit mocked by the weather.
When Allison called to check in, we commiserated on our (lack of) progress so far. Then, we sang the following song:
"Oh, the weather outside is delightful
And the paper writing's frightful.
Since we've got no place to go ...
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain."