
Oh, wait, wasn't that the word that got Jimmah Carter in trouble?
I didn't mean malaise. Doldrums, maybe? Of course, that could just be the fact that it was FORTY-FIVE FREEKIN' DEGREES outside this morning, with blustery winds and intermittent cold rain. I suppose THAT could've done it.
It's JUNE, for Pete's sake. June the TENTH, even. Don'tcha think it's time for it to stay warm? I had to wear a coat this morning, and I was wishing for my gloves. That just ain't right.
It ain't.
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