#352: SUNSHINE, LOLLIPOPS, AND RAINBOWS
I started writing that last entry at 5:45 this morning. Things usually look quite grim to me at that time of day. Being an eosophobe (dawn in particular, not daylight in general), the weak, blue light of early morning does not agree with my constitution. I am not distancing myself from what I wrote, because the thought processes and emotions behind it are still real, even if the early morning hour augmented them somewhat. I am, however, feeling like I usually do when I have foisted a lot of negativity upon unsuspecting readers: I need to counteract the preceding weightiness with something lighter, sweeter, fluffier. I feel like I need to write the Ph@zyme for that serious case of gas.
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