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The sky's the color of a bruise. Yellowy greenish grey. It's really rather ominous - I'm waiting for the freakish storm to hit. Last time it looked like this, it started snowing like crazy.

I don't really have enough to do. What I have to do I don't really feel like doing. I'm bored.

Fridays are the worst, sometimes.

Vindication

Ha! And there's the giant lightning bolt. I knew there was a freakish storm moving in. It's never a good thing when the sky has tints of green.