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i won't be, i won't be your hero;
Jun. 9th, 2008 08:44 amTomorrow Bryce and I are planning on hitting the theaters with anyone who doesn't mind seeing movies twice, to catch Iron Man and Indiana Jones again before the movies go the way of Speed Racer, which we were planning on rewatching, too, but it's gone, gone, gone, damnit.
My inability to write anything depresses me.
Today we're finished up an herb farm here in Oceanside, and driving home late. The city would be cooler if we could actually, like, see the ocean, which is rumored to be around here somewhere.
Our instruments start frying at around 105 degrees, according to some bad data taken yesterday. By amazing coincidence, this is the temperature starts frying my brain, and when it gets hotter I begin to wander the job sites in a heat drunk stupor. Because of this--the instruments malfunctioning, not me--my dad's going to start restructuring our work schedule, to which I say THANK FUCKING GOD.
My inability to write anything depresses me.
Today we're finished up an herb farm here in Oceanside, and driving home late. The city would be cooler if we could actually, like, see the ocean, which is rumored to be around here somewhere.
Our instruments start frying at around 105 degrees, according to some bad data taken yesterday. By amazing coincidence, this is the temperature starts frying my brain, and when it gets hotter I begin to wander the job sites in a heat drunk stupor. Because of this--the instruments malfunctioning, not me--my dad's going to start restructuring our work schedule, to which I say THANK FUCKING GOD.
