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Wednesday, May 03, 2006 

It begins

If today's heat is any indication, the start of my long, slow, futile struggle with the hated Summer (and more importantly, the hated Sun) is nigh. Cue fans and ice cream and me feeling like I'm burning every time I step outside during the day, and thus also cue a more nocturnal existence. I'll get you this time, Summer.

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