It's summer.

Ready for this part of my life to be over (the summer part)

I do not like the summer. My body rejects summer. Eating makes me angry in the summer. Cooking makes me even angrier. When the summer comes my entire being seems to think “now is the time to watch Love Island every night” even though like, I’m not British and that isn’t a part of my culture.

I also, in case you hadn’t noticed, hate updating the newslette…