Gray blah blah blah...

I'm reminded of Somerset Maugham's Rain, though I don't feel particularly like Sadie Thompson, or like the Hellfire-and damnation minister. All I feel is as though I've been transported to some rainforest, and I may never see a dry day again. I also feel as though all my thoughts have been washed away, as though I've been hypnotized by the incessant murmur of the beating and trickling water, until my mind has been dissolved and absorbed into a Zen void of gray luminescence empty of desire. Except, of course, that I do desire at least one thing. I desire to sleep. Oh, a little bit of direct sunlight when I wake up, please?

More of the Same, with Rainy Day Diversions

A day like yesterday, but there was clearing and sunlight for about fifteen minutes in mid afternoon, and then a bit more clearing just after sunset. Then a strip of cloud turned bright pink, and although the sky directly above appeared to be free of clouds, I felt cold, sharp little drops of rain drifting from the dark, wind-roiled shapes to the north. April ending, and the lilacs fading, and they've barely seen the sun.

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I seldom do the quizzes, but this one (link stolen from daisydumont) is interesting. Answer some questions and find out to which circle of Hell you would be banished, based on the standards of Dante's Inferno.
( LJ Cut, for the quiz-haters )

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And, stolen from swerve, something about people who deserve to go to Hell because of what they have done to their own children: Baby's Named a Bad, Bad Thing. I am so glad my parents were old-fashioned enough to name me Joe.