The World Goes By Like The Humid Air

The air is very close in our house. I know it's easier to bear this humidity inside than out because I've closed every window and shade against the sun and hot air. Still, my hair is sticking to my neck and my shirt is clinging to me in an uncomfortably, lewd fashion. That'll learn me to attempt doing any kind of housework in this tropical heat. Well, the dancing around to Scissor Sisters probably wasn't a good idea either. September and its cool breezes cannot come fast enough.