In the morning, drizzle. Dreary drizzle. Expect galoshes and sad faces.
In the music building, hot as hell. Send bitchy e-mails to administration that describe these flames of Hades at your leisure. And then accidentally forward them to all of the music students. Oops.
In the apartment, perfection! Beers and fuzzy socks strongly advised.
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