Sixty degrees.
And this entire week has been above freezing, except for a couple hours in the middle of the night. And that doesn't really count--or at least that's what I've been telling myself.
And do you know what that means?
Skirts with bare legs.
It makes me happy.
If the quad weren't a lake from all of the melted snow, I'd be out there right now, working on (or probably not, in all honesty) my complex analysis homework.
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