It's sunny, blue, and 72˚F. And my mood is black and furious and stormy again.
Yesterday, I made it through four more chapters of Silk. I need to do much better than that today. The tedium is taking a toll. And so is the nostalgia. Silk is the last thing I need to be reading, stuck in the situation I'm stuck in, starving for simpler, saner,
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