I am having difficulties knowing what to write at this moment in time, and I think that could possibly be because my mind is spitting out random words into the blankness of where my brain is supposed to be. Sometimes, I don't know what is going on up there, and most of the time I don't want to know. Why does creativity always desert me?
Now I am hungry because I spelt a word that looks like dessert. Darn.
Actually, right now I am waiting for it to snow. I don't think that there is any particular reason why I want snow so badly, I just really love it. Also, it has been gone for an awful long time and I need to welcome it back.
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