The weather deteriorates.

It is deserted...

Such a mass exodus.

I feel like I'm in a ghost town. Is anyone here?

Nonetheless, the weather is so psychotic.

It was nice having sunshine yesterday, but I miss the rain. The scent of the world after a downpour is my favorite smell in the world. But the feeling of the mass of electrons smashing into the world was worth it indeed.

Homecoming is this week, and I really want to help out my year with the float, but time simply escapes me. Friday shall be the day of eternal music and art, never to end or cease. Jazz Band, Rally, Homecoming Parade, Music Theory, then GameTIME.

And if time would be so gracious, add Litmag and Forensics to that list.

The whole world is sisyphean right now, as my herculean task shall never be finished, but forced to cycle for eternity, like f(x)=sin x. Just when I think I've finished, I pass π/2 and the onerous task continues.