Arg, it has been a long, rainy day. I miss the long, sunny days. I can't wait to work 20-40 hours and stop to catch a feather on my tongue.

Your purple rainbow shalooms into my headdress. I design a new Alamo with markers quickly going dry all the while trying to avoid sarcastic remarks that make me vulnerable to the crass pit of bitter solitude. Time to put black face paint under my eyes and head into the huddle of stony men, but with a Kid Pix dynamite erase tool held over their heads in my imagination.