It's raining.

I should be happy after the relentless weeks of summer heat. But I can't seem to muster up the energy. Woke up for a jog at 0600 to find the sky dark and the wind blowing.

No idea why I'm feeling sad. I just am.

Ruined plans make me upset.
Obligation makes me mad.

Why is it that it gets harder as we grow older? It's supposed to get easier with practice, doesn't it?

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Toystory-ed after my last paper on Tuesday. I liked it but I think I placed too much expectations on it that it turned out to be good-but-not-that-good. But the part where Buzz turned Spanish; hahahaha that was hilarious, I tell you. And I teared at the last part when Andy was playing with the toys and had this look in his eyes of pain at separation and longing. He's all grown up now, leaving for college. I cried, for the lost innocence, for the inevitable goodbye, for the things that will never be.

Next up: "Inception".