The title of your entry reminded me of an Ani DeFranco song, for some reason. I am so damn obsessed with songs and singers and poems the last couple o' days. It's just nuts. I think my more creative side has been repressed so much due to my job that everything is spewing forth. Anyway, a lot of your entries kind of remind me of Ani in her pensive moods. I like Ani a lot, so I mean that as a big compliment.

It's been cloudy here for a couple of days, in the land of sunshine. It's a damn sunny place where I live. People are already crabby about the clouds, and the sun always comes out in the afternoon. I think you're in a much cloudier part of the country than I am, but it's greener, where you are, also.

May the sun visit you very, very soon!

but Ani's, like, awesome and stuff. (Also, much better looking bald, or at least that's what Snarky surmises.) Gwarsh.

Call it Murphy's Law of Speaking Ill of the Weather, call it whatcha like, but it is freaking sunny and near seventy degrees outside right now as Snarky types this up... in her windowless "work area", bathed in harsh fluorescent lighting.

She dares not wander into the front hallway lest she get a glimpse of what she currently cannot have.

Thankfully, it will be hers in about half an hour.