I have not written in awhile… but Monica was telling me she went on a tumblr binge and that sounded very appealing. Especially considering it is the school year, procrastination is plump and appealing. It’s rainy outside and the autumn trees look electric against the grey sky. The rain is getting heavier and there is a chill that tells me it’s time to order a cup of tea. The view outside tells me it is time for me to become a brooding tortured artist, however the research article open in another window of this computer screen says that’s implausible. I think I should listen to the weather.
