where art thou, oompf?

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My mind is seemingly unable to think beyond the first line this morning. It might make for an extremely interesting Monday, but right now it's just frustrating. There were spiders under the carpet. Dora-cat is addicted to the multi-use cleaner I use in the bathroom. I became ever-so confused yesterday; when did we start saying that the London Marathon is howevermanykilometresidontknow km in length? It's 26 miles. Everybody knows that. Ooh, I thought the sun wasn't going to make an appearance today, but I can see it peeking from behind a cloud, sending its rays down to earth. It feels weird today, as though this is the calm before the storm. The greens are too green, as if somebody has messed with the earth's settings. It feels wrong. These are all my opening lines, but Oompf has disappeared again and doesn't want me to write anything more about any of them. Except the last one. I think I could probably add to that, but without Oompf I am not strong enough to do it right at this bumpy bus ride moment in time. *sigh* Is it just me?