When I was courtin' ya?

When it hit me earlier today that I had officially started my spring break it was such a relief. Ten weeks after that, and then I'm out of High School. FOREVER. Dun, dun, DONE!
The air in the house yesterday felt a little weird. The weather's in a bit of a transitional period here in Tuck-sun so because our cooler isn't set up, and we don't have the heat on, but there are machines, and bodies, and microwaves, and pizzas in the house the atmosphere was all very sticky and uncomfortable. I sat on the leather chair saying, "I don't like the air in here," and I tried to figure out what exactly it reminded me of. Middle school. Oh dear. And later in the night I put together that a few years ago I had a really bad series of panic attacks late in the night when the weather / air was like this. This luckily didn't send me into a relapse, but it was nevertheless pretty annoying. This kind of weather also makes it hard to decide what to wear to bed. I can't find my shorts, so I've been wearing a pair of vertical striped leggings, and because I've become accustomed to the weight of my comforter I usually end up overheated and waking up in the middle of the night. If I weren't with my family, and there wasn't an occasional extra Brian in the house late into the night, I would opt for no clothes altogether. But since this isn't the case I'm just going to whine about it. How choice.