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The precipitation is wet, not solid, and I refuse to hear about anything different until November.

I don’t know why I painted my nails, they always feel weird after.

Good morning on this rainy Tuesday. And I mean rain. Actual rain, not the bullshit drizzlespits we’ve been seeing all week. We enjoyed our slothy brunch day. I assumed a human form while Shawshank cooked up our feast. As planned, we didn’t leave the couch. He told me to set up the tripod and fire…