A truly gray day. Work is a ship set adrift with no wind today. Skies are pale gray. The phones are quiet.
What gives? I dunno. But this day has a blue cast to it that has settled into my soul.
Must do something tonight. Something cheap outside or something productive and creative inside. I think one sort of activity usually follows the other. There's not much creativity going on inside today, so outside it should be (probably). Bingo at the Gravity Pub? Hot & muggy at Java Monkey? Will Monster let me drag him along with me? Probably not, but I'll try.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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