It's 3:40am. There's yet another thunderstorm kickin' around outside. That's the thing I'll miss about summer. There's nothing like being in bed trying to fall asleep with rain beating the window and the occasional shake of thunder.

You're probably wondering about that hottie to the left. I've always really liked Emily Dickinson. After many years of suffering today's typical female, the likes of Emily make me want a time machine.