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The ridiculous Triple H* weather we've been having the past few days finally broke today, due in large part to a thunder storm last night that had to be one of the most apocalyptic looking storms I've ever seen - downpours, lightning strikes every few seconds, wind gusts of up to 75 mph at one point, the whole nine yards. Oh yeah, that was a fun drive home from work. Anyway, I'm glad that I'm able to once again able to undertake as simple an action as wiggling my toes without breaking out into the sweats, but I think the damage has been done. The intense heat is gone, but the lethargy it induced remains. Can't seem to work up the energy or even the inclination to do a damn thing. This blog entry is probably the most active thing I've done all day long.

Don't know why I'm sharing this with you, but at least it makes me feel like I did something today. So I've got that going for me, which is nice.

Actually, that's not exactly true. I do know why I'm sharing this. I wanted to say how I'm already sick to death of people talking about Comicon in Sandy Eggo, but I figured just coming out and saying "Dear world, please shut the hell up about Comicon already" would sound pretty bitchy. So I figured prefacing it with something unrelated would be a little less harsh.

In the interest of fairness, though, when I start yammering on about going to Chicago in a few weeks, you can tell me to shut the hell up right back.



*That stands for Hazy, Hot, and Humid, by the way, not Hunter Hearst Helmsley

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