I hate gray days. It's not really the rain I mind so much; I like the smell of the freshness and I like the excitement of thunder and lightening if it gets to that (though Colby shakes and cowers and is a general pain) but somehow on gray rainy days I just can't get myself moving to accomplish anything and I mope around feeling bad for not doing anything but not bad enough (apparently) to change the situation.
Instead I do things like post meaningless blog entries.
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