I keep wanting to write, even inane stuff, just babble and type. I need it like a cat needs to sharpen her claws on the furniture. I also feel weird about continuing Epiphany along. It was from another time in my life, a previous chapter. Things are so vastly different now, from when I started that one, it feels forced to keep adding to it. But, I still want to write. So, let's try this.
I'm sitting here now, with an unexpected day off from work. It's a nice suprise, because it's pouring rain, complete with thunder and lightning. I would rather be here looking out my windows, than trapped in a room slurrping sugarwater.
I'm even kind of hoping the power goes out. After I get done writing, that is.
Here's to a new, boring era in writing!
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