It's raining, again, and it's making everyone logy (spellcheck doesn't know how to spell this one either). I slept late, dreaming of all the things i should have been doing had I been properly awake. There are mushrooms sprouting all over the yard, and the pond, which just the day before yesterday was at its lowest, is filled up again. I saw a comorant in a huge puddle on the main road, thinking, apparently, that it would make a good fishing spot. Well, maybe it did.
Why I can't stop: Eleven inches.
10.15.2005
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Brad is bigger.
I wouldn't sleep, either. But I'd film it.
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