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[brigdh]

There is a forecast for snow. It is seven days away from May.

I think this calls for poetry:

Shall I compare thee to summer's day?
No, because it WILL NEVER BE SUMMER.
ALSO, THE UNIVERSE HATES ME.
DUMPTY-DUMPTY-DUMPTY-DEE.

^^ I rhyme.

Paper progress: 152 words written out of a required 1800. I am not going to be sleeping tonight.

Comments

[thebratqueen.livejournal.com]

You're adorable.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

^^

[weirdquark]

Comparing someone to a summers day because they are like a hailstorm in July probably wouldn't go over very well anyway...

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Good point.

[bloodlikerain.livejournal.com]

hahahah thats great

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

*grins*

[b-hallward.livejournal.com]

DUMPTY-DUMPTY-DUMPTY-DEE.

::snicker::

But snow in late April? -- That's Sick, Twisted and Wrong.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

I was trying to come up with a line that actually rhymed with '...hates me', but I realized that there are pointless ways of wasting time, and then there are really pointless ways of wasting time.

It is. And it was an entire blizzard: it snowed all day long, with hail and sleet and big flakes. Of course none of it stuck, destroying my hopes for a snow day, which would have been the only thing that could justify snow so late in the year.