it's been raining in new england for a week and a half straight. seriously. as of last night, if this were snow, and not rain, there would be 96 inches of the dreaded white stuff. eight friggin' feet. it's gray. it's oppressive. it's horrible.
it's hard to say what makes people so sad and terrible to each other when it rains. all i know, is that i've been doing pretty darn well this week, considering what last week was like, and i feel completely oppressed, just because of this stupid rain.
the last straw was just a few hours ago, when i stepped on the bottom step of my front porch and fell, first on my shin, then backward onto my ass. the groceries were spread all over the lawn, my purse was in a puddle, and my leg was bleeding all over the place. after making sure nothing was broken, i gathered the sad remains of my groceries and limped up to my apartment.
so here i am, bitching about the rain... but if i hear ONE more other person comment on it, i'm gonna break my foot off in his or her ass. why? because it would feel really freakin' good.
yes, folks-- it's not even safe to talk about the weather.