I'm in the mood for it to be a rainy day, dark and chilly outside but warm and cozy inside with the glow of candles and a computer screen for light, melancholy music keeping my company while I craft something -- a web graphic, an essay, a story, it doesn't matter which.

Instead it's 85 degrees and sunny outside, cold and sterile inside, under the harsh, unforgiving glare of office lights, listening to showtunes because almost all of my mp3 files are showtunes -- but at least I'm able to craft something, some little nothing that might make somebody smile, or nod in understanding, or shake their head in disbelief.

Miniscule snippets of rushed creativity to sooth my misplaced mind. I suppose this is why I blog, and why I read blogs.

The rest would hurt too much if I didn't.