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This has been a gray-brown day.

You know what I mean. Red days are passionate, of course. No matter what, the emotions are high and all on the surface. You flirt like mad, you hate with a fiery passion, you�re thisclose to tantrums, and it�s absolutely impossible to hold any of it inside. It�s alternately great and horrendous, but it�s all big, it�s all out there, it�s every extreme.

Yellow days are those fun, childish days, like how excited you got over a 64-box of new Crayolas. The days you get in a wrestling match and wind up with grass stains on your knees. The days you�re tempted to make daisy chains, run through sprinklers, take off your shoes.

Green are the vibrant ones where you feel so grateful to be alive and you have to keep moving. The days when jokes are funnier, and friends are happy to see you, and you�d rather die than go to sleep and miss a minute of it.

Blue days are lonesome. Where you miss good fuzzy sweaters and strong hugs. The day when something ends that you wanted to keep a while longer. The day you cry a little and wish someone was there to wipe the tears.

Purple are the days where you talk in poetry and see shapes in the clouds. You feel musing and a little quiet, but you curl up with a good book and hot cocoa and it�s lovely being alone and yet not lonely.

Black days are when things are just wrong. You want a little burrow to curl up in, you want everyone to go away, you want to die for maybe a day and not have to deal with anything. Especially not people.

White comes around when you feel distanced from everything. There�s a layer of cotton between you and the world, like you�re watching a play. Like you�re in a bell jar, while everyone crowds around outside the glass. It�s not good or bad. It�s just void.

And of course there�s the occasional off color, like chartreuse when you feel junky and desperately need some prescription drugs because your head/back/feet/nose/throat/stomach is killing you.

Now, finally, we come to gray-brown. Gray-brown is all the stuff around the edges: the bleh. The cookie dough left once all the shapes are cut out. Where you don�t want anything. Or you don�t know what you want. But you�re mildly bored, mildly irritated, slightly tired, and have no idea how to fix any of it.

Today was a gray-brown day.

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