I had an extremely vivid dream that I was raising some kind of wispy-winged grasshopper-like thing. I never had a pet as a child (still haven't had one) so animals, to me, are frightening little things that move around a lot. I can still remember the feel of that dream insect struggling against my hand. Wigs me out just thinking about it.
I had planned to fill this post with a glorious, epic-length blank verse poem, but then remembered that today was Pi Day! Happy Pi Day everyone!
Reality check. Everyone, that is, who writes their dates in MM/DD format, that is.
Reality check. Everyone, that is, who writes their dates in MM/DD format, that is.

Also, the poetic inspiration I was waiting for didn't come as planned. Guess that's what happens when I try to plan getting hit by the muse.
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