Mood

[rejectomorph]

Half an hour before sunset, the thin crescent moon is as pale as the wispy clouds with which it shares the sky. Somehow it manages to make me sad. Maybe I'll cheer up when night falls and the moon brightens. But I don't think I will. This place has gotten me into a dismal mood. I wish I had the means to just move somewhere else. And I guess I should wish for a pony while I'm at it.

Oh, I think I forgot to eat lunch today. It must be time for more buttered noodles.

Comments

[rejectomorph]

At this point, Armageddon probably would lift my mood. Even a lesser disaster would probably do it. A good thunderstorm might even help, as long as it didn't take my power out. There's nothing like natural (or supernatural) violence to counteract melancholy.