I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
- Augusten Burroughs

A funny place to start the day, hey? There is a dark cloud that has been hovering over me, holding back the light. It taunts me to take action. To do something...ANYTHING, to dispel it.

But I'm only inclined to drive it away by wishing.

And wishing doesn't mean jack shit to a cloud.

Look at that. It is beginning to rain.

No. Don't talk to me about the flowers. Let them take care of themselves. I'm focused on this cloud.