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It's raining in the way that I always find myself responding to - soft patters, in no discernable rythym, soothing to the ears... the air is chill, with the damp quality that speaks both of melancholy and promise. This weather always stirs my soul, makes me want to write long paragraphs of insightful and hopeful words.

I love days like this.

Beware the Black Puddings!

If the sink gurgles too many times, don't keep kicking it.

krasota loaned me some cortisone cream for my elbows, and they're looking less creeping-cruddy. Still looking pretty narsty, tho. Meh.

Today was, in general, rather fun.