It’s cloudy outside and it’s cloudy inside. My head, I mean. It looks like it will rain any second, but the forecast says not until later.

What does it know?

It’s saying lightning, and that seems likely.

Also I can’t be entirely sure it’s not already raining, so you’d think it would at least get THAT right.

I don’t think I got enough sleep last night. No good reason for it; I just took a while to fall asleep and woke up early. So I’m dragging more than usual. Like writing through a mist.

There’s a serious drizzle on my sparkle.

That should be my catchphrase.

I guess I’m going to try to caffeinate myself into some level of technically awake, and hope that I can muddle through from there. Have a great Tuesday.

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