It's ridiculously warm. And humid. Did I mention humid? Yeah, it's that.
For the last week it's been above 75 - in MARCH - at my little condo on the lake, with a side of water in the air. Really, weather? Either be May or don't. Rain, or get the water out of my air. I have no preference, weather, do what you want, as long as you make a decision.
Also, it's the first day back from spring break and I am sleepy. I should not be sleepy, but I wrote on the new book over the weekend, and then decided I didn't like it, and then decided to read someone else's books all at once, and then decided they weren't that good, and then had strange dreams about polygamists, baby-stealers and at least three characters from the three projects I'm writing now.
It's been that kind of weekend. And now it's Monday. Hey, Monday. As a band, you suck. As a concept, you're kind of sleepy and humid and not quite sunny.
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