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Soleil all over me.

Everything is covered with ice, which dripped for a few hours this afternoon but no doubt has hardened again by now. With it came a love so deep and Super Mario World by candlelight (instant romance) and a sky so bright and pink you'd never guess it was midnight on planet This.

Today was happily wasted, with movies and basking in the leftover glow: a feeling of success and hope. Maybe this life isn't real, but it's the only one I've got.

Tragically, one after another, branches tumbled under the heavy, unexpected burden. All my parents cared about was that they didn't land on their silly fence.

Doctor's appointment on Wednesday. The play has been postponed to an undisclosed date. This week shall be dedicated to Garfield and spending lots of quality time with him. My chances for doing well in math this quarter are gone, and the only thing left to do is sit and wait for the bad news to arrive in the mail. Maybe it will come the same day as a lovely postcard, and everything wont seem quite so bad.

Spring forward. It is so past my bedtime.

I feel the chi flowing through my body. Sweet dreams, friends.