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The hummingwolf needs to stop commenting on other people's LJs and go to bed already. She's saying things she regrets and then regretting her regret and it's all terribly confusing when she's only a half-conscious hummingwolf anyway.

The hummingwolf also needs to stop eating for the night. Yes, the doctor cheered this week when she found out that the hummingwolf's been incredibly hungry lately--but the doctor is not the one responsible for obtaining new clothes for the hummingwolf when the old clothes no longer fit. Even if it is daylight savings time, there should be no midnight snacks after 1 a.m.

Lastly, the hummingwolf needs to stop talking about herself in the third person. She sounds very silly.

::blink::

Ever since I moved here, I've known it's truly springtime when the ice cream truck starts to come around, playing "It's a Small World" over and over and over again all the while the weather is warm. Sometimes in recent years there's been relief from the Disney tune in the form of "Popeye the Sailor Man" or some other kiddie classic. Today, however, the ice cream truck has been playing a much wider variety of tunes than usual. What gets me is that the melodies have included "Silent Night," "Joy to the World," "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing," and "Adeste Fideles."

Should I be writing out my Christmas list now?