My fist and the sky have become good friends. I keep re-introducing them to each other. This fist motion occurred due to some fun turmoil that I have found myself. This is how my morning began. I introduce my fist to the sky. Unfortunately, my fist gained no response at all. I reintroduced them. Nothing.
So that was morning.
My afternoon was delightful.
My evening equaled my morning.
At the hour of one, I serenaded the sky with my scream. I walked out the back door onto the porch. To the giggling chorus of my roommates, I let out a horrific grunt/yell. The cool air refreshed my frayed emotions. Purposefully, I stalked back into the house and the slam of the door rang out behind me.