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Thursday,
March 8, 2007
I'm cranky
Mainly from lack of sleep due to a badly sprung mattress (Sears is having a three-day sale, so I'm going to check out new ones tonight), from the general onset of the Crimson Tide, and from a story that popped into my head yesterday after reading a news article about a man who crashed a light plane into his former in-law's house, killing himself and his nine-year-old daughter after leaving his ex-wife a phone message that said, "I've got her now, and you'll never get her back." The worst part for me was that the girl was crying "Mommy, come get me, come get me!" in the background.
I don't believe in the existence of the classic Judeo-Christian Hell, but I do think that an act as monumentally selfish and cowardly as this has to be, if not punished, then met with some sort of correction. On the way home from work yesterday, the "how" popped into my head as if someone had whispered it to me, and I've been working on "Malfunction" ever since. It's not a fun story to work on, but I need to get it out of my head and on paper.
Afterwards, I intend to go find pictures of happy kittens and puppies, because I'll damn well need something to cheer me up by that point.
But there's moisture on the horizon
On the way home from work this evening, my sinuses abruptly went into the red zone and tried to escape from my skull. It wasn't until I pulled to a stop and saw the wind suddenly blowing from the southeast that I realized what was going on -- the barometer was dropping like Shrub's approval rating.
And indeed, Wunderground says that we may be graced with thunderstorms tomorrow. I just came in from a walk, and I can smell rain. Nice...