• Sleeping alone.
• Losing to the Red Sox.
• Splotchy sunburns.
• Fucking lagers.
• Lonely, moony blues.
• Being just barely drunk, but not quite enough.

And, so that I’m not a total drag, things that don’t suck:

• Sitting by the pool, day and/or night.
• Jack and Coke slushies.
• The promise of lots of reading to get done this summer.
• My new nails (hot pink with a peach accent nail on one hand, peach with a hot pink accent nail on the other).
• Atlanta at night in the summertime. It’s magical, truly.