December 26th, 2005

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Bleh

I think I ate some bad leftovers. I feel like worshiping Ralph.

More and more rain, then just dripping trees, and then quiet. Finally, a glimpse of the waning crescent moon revealed by parting clouds. The mountains are full of snow. There is bound to be more. Another storm follows this one, and another follows that. Sunlight is unlikely until at least Thursday. I hope there will be more fog.


Nothing improves my mood like terribly inappropriate bad taste. Behold The Cavalcade of Bad Nativities.

No commuter noise this morning. Most people must have the day off. I hope the rain keeps the neighbors indoors, so they don't wake me up.
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More Bleh

Ants are coming into the house again, probably taking refuge from the wet weather. They'd be better off outside, away from the crushing Damp Paper Towel of Death! Poor ants. I never bother them when they're outside, but when they come into the house, it's war.

The new neighbors left their porch light on all night last night. When it was still on tonight, I realized that they must have gone away for the holiday and had forgotten to turn it off. I won't have perfectly dark nights until they get back-- unless I go snatch the bulb, of course.

I'm going to go look at maps and pretend I'm somewhere more interesting.