Thin but extensive clouds are allowing the suns heat to accumulate, and I suspect that the night may be long in bringing that coolness on which I depend to keep Sluggo even moderately happy. The air's doldrums threatens to evoke the namesake mood in me. As evening shades the still street and the sky undergoes that final brightening which precedes dusk, I find myself slipping into melancholy. Another night of isolation looms, with only the usual mundane tasks to distract me. I want to go somewhere, but there is nowhere to go and, in any case, I would be unable to leave. If only Sluggo were more reliable.
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flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind
Again and Again
Thin but extensive clouds are allowing the suns heat to accumulate, and I suspect that the night may be long in bringing that coolness on which I depend to keep Sluggo even moderately happy. The air's doldrums threatens to evoke the namesake mood in me. As evening shades the still street and the sky undergoes that final brightening which precedes dusk, I find myself slipping into melancholy. Another night of isolation looms, with only the usual mundane tasks to distract me. I want to go somewhere, but there is nowhere to go and, in any case, I would be unable to leave. If only Sluggo were more reliable.
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Reset Thirty-Four, Day Four
It's possible that I'm spending too much time with my imaginary friends. They and their alluring surroundings provide a welcome relief from the flat…
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Reset Thirty-Four, Day Three
Friday I managed to wake up more than an hour earlier than I had on Thursday, so I guess it qualifies as a good day. Not that anything of any…
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Reset Thirty-Four, Day Two
When I woke up Thursday afternoon I noticed that my sun clock was back. It has probably been there a few days already, but I wasn't paying attention.…
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