Falling asleep in anger, waking in anger. And the clouds are still here, and they will be for days. Smothering. Currently, it's 61˚F.
I have nothing anyone wants to hear about the coming year.
I had in mind that I'd make a list of the novels I read this year, if I can focus long enough to do that one thing. Likely, it will be the only thing I
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