it's raining again. the rat bastards said there wouldn't be another storm until tuesday. but here it is, saturday, and all sprinkle-y. and i just saw a commercial that featured san diego and everything was all sunshine, sand, and sunglasses. and palm trees surrounded by blue skies.

lies! it's all lies!

but enough of my whining. because i really do love the rain. i actually enjoy cold weather because it gives you an excuse to dress in layers and be snugly and get the fireplace going and drink hot cocoa. i'm not being sarcastic here, either. i've just discovered that although an individual may love the damp droplets that fall down from the sky, it does not guarantee that said individual likes that wet combination with dogs. five dogs times four paws = madness. sheer, muddy madness!

and i'm supposed to move to seattle later in life. good gawd. what do folks in typically wet locations do with muddy dog paws? sundry?

(or is the mud not so much an issue, because yunno there's grass and greenery, and not the hard rocky clay crap we have here? hum, i wonder.)

anyway.

i think i'm sick again. it probably has something to do with yesterday being a ``roll your windows down, open the sunroof, and soak up the sun bay-bay`` day, and today being another ``oh crap and i just got the car washed!`` day. ech. i'm drinking lots of tea. tea is good.

tomorrow i work again. i wasn't able to do my grand ``i quit! but not just yet...`` routine, because the evil overlord made an early exit this morning. (the place opens at 8. i'm there by 9:15 and she's already gone.) it's as if she knew my arrival would bring with it unfavorable news. but she's supposed to be there tomorrow, so maybe i'll have my moment of glory then. we shall see.

and not too much else going on really. everything is on hold until monday. because monday is the day i can go get stuff done. because i'm not working. and not going to school. and monday is also the day that i get to write a poem in a frenzied blur because i put it off till the last minute. and i hope to god that the poem won't suck with a capital `s` because the whole damn class is gunna read it and oh crap, why did i willingly sing up for this?! eee.

... i think the theme of my poem will be rain. it only seems fitting.

and in place of a doorbell or phone ring (which would indicate that i had an active social life), i just heard the timer on the dryer ding. i must go now, laundry awaits!

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