The Pursuit of Happyness and the Sweat of the Season

I saw Will Smith's "The Pursuit of Happyness" last night, and I have to say that this movie almost crushed my fragile soul into oblivion. I'm talking about two full hours of heartache and infinite saddness, until the very end. The film was well cast, acted and I believe the theater was seriously caught up in the story. At the end, we all started applauding and I suggested that we all sing a song together or something to display the commradiere that we all seemed to share. Movies like this remind me that I need to get out college.

I'm sitting in a Jittery Joe's and I can feel the sweat running down my back. This is December 23rd! It is the height of winter, and its 65 degrees outside. You don't wan to be near a big window because your skin and spirit will begin to melt similtaniously. I am a man that was born for cold weather and at the very least, more than two seasons per year. Either globalwarming is absolutely true (which I suspect) or the earth is warming itself at a torrid pace. If the latter is the case, then I was cursed to be born in the wrong millinium. If its the former, then I think I have found my life calling. We've got to patch some holes in the sky soon, or we're all going to wane away like candles.