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Dear Self:
You are not allowed to READ and SIT IN THE SUN at the same time, you silly silly person. This is why we can not have nice things, including, but not limited to: sunlight, balmy weather, Terry Pratchett books, free afternoons, and complete faith in your Italian heritage's tendency to shrivel in the sun instead of burning. You are also half Irish.
You can also kiss any dreams you had of crowd surfing tonight goodbye.
Sucks to be you.
You are not allowed to READ and SIT IN THE SUN at the same time, you silly silly person. This is why we can not have nice things, including, but not limited to: sunlight, balmy weather, Terry Pratchett books, free afternoons, and complete faith in your Italian heritage's tendency to shrivel in the sun instead of burning. You are also half Irish.
You can also kiss any dreams you had of crowd surfing tonight goodbye.
Sucks to be you.