In which it's the kind of day a creative title shouldn't be required

It's cold and cloudy and I've only been awake for two hours, but I think I'm going to head back to bed. It feels like one of those days, you know? I was disturbed from a lovely dream, the kind that leaves you aching with want for such perfection in your waking hours, and my day does not look set to improve in any sort of form.

I thought I kind of had more to say but apparently I just wanted to spew a little melancholy your way?