The weather is getting tiresome again. No hope in sight. I wanted to run but I was waiting for a break in the rain which never came, and now its dark. It is very warm and snugly inside, making it very hard to want to move at all. Just ask spike, he has become a permanent part of our bed:
I know I should be working on a million things, but I can't seem to tear myself away from the gas fire. Listening to some weird outake tracks of the beach boys, "wouldn't it be nice?" I can't help but think, yes, yes it would!
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