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Ran 0.0 miles this morning. Felt good.
Good morning. May you be struck my a lightning bolt of happiness.
It's not Monday until an accidental tornado warning alert sends WI to Twitter in a snarky panic.
Drunk writers don't slur. We speak in typos.
Rain. Rain wrings the soul, draining it whole. Thoughts creep as the sky weeps. Moods blue, frowns crown as we wait aroun' for sun & fun
Streaks. Who cares? I have a 38+ year streak of waking up. And when it ends, it ends. Shut up.