How do I loathe thee?

Let me count the ways...

In honour of this shit...

...I share with you a little ditty I just thought up in the midst of my heat-induced stupor:

Humidity, you make me even lazier than I am known to be
Humidity, you make me extremely nauseous, not to mention bitchy
Humidity, you make even someone of my build get boob sweat
Humidity, if I didn't stand directly in front of a fan after my shower, I'd remain soaking wet
Humidity, because of you my hair looks like Phillys Diller on a bad day
Humidity, just go the fuck away

All I can think of are the words of the amazing and tallented Melissa Etheridge, somebody bring me some water, can't you see I'm burning alive? Generally, those words are pretty smokin', but today they just seem like good sense.