You know things are going to get bloody horrible when you start ticking off a "Ten Things I Hate About You" list in your head. Add that to really damp weather damper than your spirits, and a general confusion as to how to answer the question "Are you taken?" You fumble. No, you are not one for fumbling. You like Michel Foucault. You want an order in things. You make a decision, it is after all, Bastille Day. So you stage a disentanglement in ten text messages. You now have a response to your question. Congratulations for a successful breakup.

Kantogirlblues will resume blogging when the war path clears. Now go out and hack the heads off people vote. Summer is ended and we are not yet saved.