It's an emo kid's dream tonight. The chill of the air nips at sluggish Friday feet in the streets. Everyone should be going out tonight if not for any planned occasion, then merely to celebrate that tonight is a night one can go out and stay out late. Sleeping is a more flexible recreational activity, rather than a lacking necessity. But. The sun never came out, so all day has been a coma. One wants to just pull the plug and make the forecast rain start already. Go ahead. Totally hinder my day/night.

Tonight the fact that one may wait in line (or as the New Yawkers say, "on line") for ten minutes at D'Agostino's to buy one jar of marshmallow fluff is enough to make an emo kid writhe and bemoan the "scorched chocolate on the s'mores of my wasted dreams."

Heh. I try.