Is raining. Thunder.

When was the last time that sound was heard in these parts?

Awake too long, exhausted now. Though not sleepy, that ship has come and gone.

Reading textbooks, words swimming on the page.

Sucked into reading blog after blog.

Hoping the glare from the computer screen does what? Beats my eyes into submission, makes them close?

So many people just pounding out heart wrenching feelings of being places where they feel unappreciated with people who do not make them feel loved.

Nowhere to put it all except into a plastic keyboard for insomniacs to skim over somewhat disinterestedly.

Chipper, eh?

Wanna come listen to the storm?