stormy

So I'm sitting here writing about being a thief, and it's storming. Lightning. Thunder. It's pretty cool here for the 9th of April. It's pretty lame that it's only going to be fifty degrees on my birthday tomorrow. However, that's better than the snowstorm of my thirteenth year. April is unpredictable. People are unpredictable. My body and mind are unpredictable. And, finally, my television (that Jedsen got me for my birthday two years ago) is unpredictable and possibly dying. Oh boy. I don't need a television--except that I watch a lot of news. It's always on. It's a distraction. And sometimes a pleasure. But it almost seems mandatory to have the tv on when I'm home. One big picture flashing and making noise is mandatory, huh? That's pretty lame.