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Nov. 30th, 2002 07:55 pmBored. Cranky. I hate this time of year. Night is cold and dark, so that one must think twice and even three times about going out for a soda or a magazine. Daytime is dry and stuffed with fellow humans, and any expedition is very likely to contain nosebleeds or berserker rages. Went out today with the intention of getting a designer coffee and reading, but the temperature in the shop was pushing 90 and there was a 20-minute wait. Fie on that. Fie, I say.
I won't even mention the fucking music. Stupid Christmas.
I won't even mention the fucking music. Stupid Christmas.