Mood

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.