It is 92 degrees. You are laying on your lounge chair with a straw hat over your eyes. You have a cold Red Stripe at your elbow. You hear the surf in its continuous virtuoso. Reggae carries across the breeze along with the hum of distant conversations and good hearted laughter. Should you get up and refill your beer, or just lay here and occasionly roll over for an even baking? Man have I got a case of DIF. 10 more weeks!
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