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And it's so cloudy, even though sometimes some light breaks through. And it was raining earlier, absolutely pouring by California standards.
It all depresses me. You know, puts me into these terrible contemplative moods that causes procrastination and too much thought for my own good.
It makes me want to write suicidal poetry, or expend my energies doing something creative. Like making a picture, or writing, or something. But there's nothing left to do, because everything seems so broken.
Maybe I'll go eat one of my crunchy cookies.
Ashlyn @ 4:32 PM
