Devastated by fatigue, I left the office around 11:30 to grab a coffee, and guess what? IT WAS FUCKING HOT OUT. So I took a stroll through the Fens and called Katsumi to complain. I told him how first thing in the morning I spilled my yogurt all over myself, and how on the way into work I realized I had this crusty shit all over my skirt. Definitely one of those days.

Then, just as I emerged from the gardens onto Boylston street, a light breeze picked up – and I do mean *UP*.

I think you can see where this is going.

All I have to say is, I’m glad I chose to wear underwear, even if they are of the “last day of clean laundry, half a size too small” variety. Otherwise the hipster with the black bowler cap half a block away would have gotten a full frontal.