I want to get the hell out of this office and ride my bike for lots and lots of miles. I want to go to the park and read the terribly trashy novels I got from the library this week. I wouldn't mind laying in the sun and doing nothing. Or drink some delicious microbrew raspberry wheat beer on the patio at O'Hooley's.
Just so long as it isn't the perfectly tempature controlled office environment I'm in right now. Something about the air conditioner blowing in the room is nearly inciting me to chuck my stapler at the window in the hopes that it breaks and lets in some real, hot, fresh air.