in which physics bows to minx, but minx is defeated by a weather

[minxy]

Dear brain,

This is a really, really bad time to be going haywire. Please to be desisting with the migraines until after August 19th.

Thank you,
-You


Dear weather.

You're not helping, though I appreciate the 70 degree weather as opposed to the triple digits, the low pressure/high pressure things makes my brain go boom. Seriously, knock it off.

No love,
-Minx


Dear Methods chapter.

If I had the ability to handle movement, smell or light, and also if I had Sal's icon, I would be triumphing in your entrails.

You will now go cite all the other relevent sources to the stuffs I wrote down in you while I turn off all the lights and crawl into bed.

'Kaythanksbye.

-Minx