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why yes, i *do* like the sound of my own voice
lucypevensie
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September 2009
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why yes, i *do* like the sound of my own voice [userpic]

Longtastic evening. It was only Cracked Crab and Wal-Mart, and yet it still managed to take from 8:30 till nearly 2:00. ::sleeps on keyboard::

Also: holy beautiful weather, Batman. Cool, precipitation ranging from barely nothing to a drenching downpour throughout the evening. It smells SO good. Spring rain is nice, and summer rain is nice, and winter rain is REALLY nice. But things smell different - extra-good - when they're wet. And it was the first real rain since I've been back, and ... aaaahh.

I'ma go take a rainy sleep now. :)

Current Mood: relaxedrelaxed
Current Music: Georgia On My Mind
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One AM, St. Louis, previous night.

Richard walks outside to get a breath of fresh air, and in the future, agrees with Lucy about the rain smell. The humidity is currently, no hyperbole required, literally one hundred and ten percent. To breath outside is practically taking a snootful of water.

Beautiful night, really. Earlier on, he had talked to Tiffany, who also commented on the weather...he wished her the best of luck in her new home.

The humidity is currently, no hyperbole required, literally one hundred and ten percent.

Ah, yes. Good ol' Mississippi.