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so it's nine billion degrees up here. Only nine billion, people. It's the beginning [almost middle] of March. The hell is wrong with mother nature?

Remind me to not stay too long. I have every intention of going outside before the sunsets, being eaten alive by gnats, and enjoying dusk for once. I don't know how well this plan will work.

Today's pit of meloncholy:
While driving through the lovely streets of West Ashley, I was assaulted by the smell of garlic. Mmmmm. Garlic. Sorry, where was I? Oh yes. Garlic. It's early afternoon and start thinking about dinner for some odd-ass reason, so naturally my brain decides to fire off a thought of Ryan and then the rest of the brain chimes in with, "Lonely. Woe." I don't think I can fully explain it. It was sort of like my brain had set up an elaborate thing of dominoes [perhaps redundant] and waited patiently for something to set it off. Today it was garlic.

Part of this is just that it's Sunday. I always seem to get overly melodramatic on Sundays. Part of it was also I nearly got run over by this gaggle of teenaged clones on their way to their Mecca, the mall, and I tried to remember why the hell my friends and I went to the mall so frequently. Which lead to a memory of going downtown, to the IMAX theatre [to wait for Max] annnnnd I'm guessing my brain decided to throw in various memories of food-stuff. None of these things had a damn thing to do with Ryan, but what's a brain to do? Exactly. Drive me insane.

Before the fit drove me mad, I told myself to shut the hell up.

Remind me to wax poetic about the gaggle of clones later.