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I have summer envy right now. Everyone must be enjoying their summer more than me.

If I were in the the marathon of Great-Joy-Thou-Art-Enjoying-Thou-Summer-Immensely, where no one felt any pain, I would be running 30 minutes behind Mel Gibson.

Did I mention I've gotten googles for Olivia Breen in this blog? Those Canadian Hosers, they love them some ice recreation. Sounds good about now.

But I'm getting over one of those bizzare summer cold/allergy monsoons that washed over me starting last Sunday. I was up til 5:30 in the morning just trying to breathe. I made for one cranky employee Monday.

Back to the summer thing. I haven't been to a restaurant since the baby was born back in May. If I were to go now, I wouldn't know how to look a waiter in the eye. And of course there's no vacation/travel this year. I'd give anything to wait one hour in line for Space Mountain right now.

I'd even enjoy the adventure of one of those rolling blackout things. Maybe even do a block party where everyone exchanges candles or something.

Speaking of conspiracy theories: I'm sick of seeing previews for World Trade Center. The same firm that marketed against John Kerry's Vietnam service is now distributing the media for this movie.

Oliver Stone's like the kid I knew back in high school, who got into some kind of shit trouble every week. Even stole a car and refused to shower for a week once upon a time. Yet he dated the hottest girl in school for a while. Then he atoned for his sins by becoming a Kentucky State Trooper. When I think of that dude, I think of Oliver Stone, they're synonomous.

And Nicolas Cage should continue to play drunk people. He's done nothing since the beautiful Leaving Las Vegas.

So all this heat is getting to me. And to top it off, my in-laws are coming this weekend, along with a healthy dose of my family. It Deuce's baptism weekend. God watch over him once he's old enough to understand. I'm going to need medicating.

Gotta run, time to hatch some plans.

By the way, what's with all the complaints about detainees throwing shit and piss in the faces of guards at Guantanamo? They filed something to the Legal Landmark Society or something. What the hell did they think they signed onto?

I get shit on, pissed on and puked on every day and can't say a word about it. And spare me the "but they're terrorists." You don't think children terrorize their parents over a lifetime? This shit's just getting warmed up.

O.K. I'm going to get inside now, and try to scrape some frost out of the freezer and think about Olivia Breen.