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    I'm here. I made it. I nearly forgot to write today for the second day in a row. Writing at the end of the day is risky business. For some reason, the phrase "risky business"  makes me think of pirates on a large wooden ship traveling the open sea.  Salty wind flows around their dark, leather-ed, bearded faces as the eagle in the bird's nest uses his golden monocular to scour the horizon for precious, precious booty. There should be a squawking parrot in the picture somewhere.  Giant krakens...

    It's incredible how different one day can be from the next. When I think back to yesterday, I must admit that it was quite a miserable experience. I was not happy most of the day. But today, even though not much has changed in this short span of time, I am incredibly happy. I am full of energy, I feel sharp, I have already accomplished a lot today, and I feel good about it. The sun is shining extremely bright today and I have to wonder how much that has to do with it. Spending time outside i...

  Another day, another bout with my own mind about whether or not I actually want to write anything. The answer is no. I do not want to write anything today. But here I am, showing up. Doing my time. Making an effort. The light from my window is creating a glare on my screen from which my neon yellow shirt is reflecting off of. I will defeat you one day, glare. Increasing brightness to 100 seemed to do little to remedy the situation. I will have to spend time searching the internet later on how ...

    Over our heads, water molecules collide and conglobulate until they accumulate enough mass to fall out of the sky. The first rain drops are like the pattering of feet on the ground. A light tip tap tap.... Light rain brings this sense of expectation that at any moment an ocean may fall out of the sky. A heavy down pour crashing onto the earth and creating a flow of water on its surface. Seemingly infinite, discrete sources of fluid landing on a grid that is the surface. The sound of rain is ...