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All day, I've been waiting for the storm to break. 88 FUCKING degrees, and it's only April 18. I HATE this kind of weather. All day I've felt like sparks were dancing off my skin, besides being hot and cranky. Not long ago I created a new word for my mood when I get like this...crantankerous. Well, today I am crantankerous.

Anticipation--
Thunder rumbling from the west
Waiting for the storm.