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It was a hot day in Washington DC at the Lincoln memorial. It was July at around two in the afternoon, and being from Southern California by the beach, I'm not used to much heat or humidity. The tile was cool, so I put two and two together, and layed down on the floor. I got yelled at by a security guard (call me the "sleeping terrorist"
) for sleeping in the Lincoln memorial. I wish there was a picture with Lincoln in the background, but it doesn't matter so much.