Death to Summer

It's finally September, the official end of summer. I hate summer. Every summer all I do is work and if I do have any spare time, its too hot to move, so I just lie in a puddle of my own sweat. Yes, September I'm so glad you are here, I could kiss you. However I won't, due to the fact that you are a non-physical entity and kissing you would be impossible. This fall I'm going to piss away all the money I earned by taking a trip to Europe for 3 weeks. Upon my return I will be enjoying the life of the unemployed for a month or two. Sitting on my ass and collecting a bi-weekly government check. Then winter will come and it will be time to ski again! I will get some low paying ski resort job in order to secure a free season pass. I won't need to spend any money, 'cause I won't be going anywhere until spring. That's the plan and hopefully I get to stick to it.