one hundred forty nine

It’s been raining forever and i need to start writing again or i’ll wither into this big stupid unsleepable bed.

Been a long while since i’ve been published, or seems like it to me, and i didn’t get one last month, so once a month for the year is lost, but i already have twelve total for this year, or more, i forget, stupidlongsentence.

I feel out of sorts and i hate driving cars.