The title of tonight's entry comes from "The Rainy Day," by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, which characterises not only the weather as of late, but my life as well. The poem:

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
    And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
    And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
    Some days must be dark and dreary.

Tonight, friends and fellow journalers, I offer you an exercise in minimalism: a brief list of things I would like to experience in the near future. Perhaps I'll have an entry in earnest soon, but for now this triviality shall have to do.

Books:
White Oleander (Janet Fitch)
Matchstick Men (Eric Garcia)
The Unbearable Lightness of Being (Milan Kundera)
Ignorance: A Novel (Milan Kundera)
Big Fish: A Novel of Mythic Proportions (Daniel Wallace)

Films:
The Matrix: Revolutions
Love Actually
The Human Stain
Big Fish
Kill Bill: Volume II

Music:
Get Born (Jet)
North (Something Corporate)
12 Memories (Travis)
Silence Is Easy (Starsailor)
Kill Bill: Volume I: Soundtrack (Various)

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