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Oh, for an Ocean Breeze! [Jul. 5th, 2004|05:11 am]
The night is very hot, and Sluggo is very bad. Thus, I am limited.

Another withering day looms, and more of the same beyond that. First, Sluggo's brain goes, then my brain goes. There is nothing to be done about it. I am doomed to mindlessness. I must wait for the wicked jet stream to adjust itself to a more propitious path. Unless it does so soon, I shall be reduced to a blithering blob.

Ice cream. I need ice cream.