Rain.

Me and Rain–we have a love/hate relationship. There is nothing better then sleeping in on a grey rainy day– the sound it makes as it’s coming down is theraputic. I also am one that pretty much hates sunlight. I don’t hate the actual sun–I just hate when it shines inside a room I am in–I guess it’s because I have been constantly in front of a computer screen most of my life and you can’t see crap when the sun hits the monitor. I also hate feeling “hot” and I am convinced too much sunlight makes the room overheat.

So, with all that said, I was extremely angry when my alarm rang this morning. I remembered waking up briefly feeling so relaxed and soothed  by the sound of the rain outside the window and the darkness surrounding my room. It felt like 5 minutes later it was time to get up and that’s not right.

Today though, I kinda hate the rain. On my way to work I have stepped in one puddle that I know of and probably countless others I didn’t even realize since I was already pissed the bottom half of my jeans were soaked. I then get splashed by a car which is always a great feeling and by the time I get into the office I have to drain the water out of my shoes, socks, and pants. This is no way to work! I had my headphones on so I didn’t realize the pathetic squeeking/splashing noises my sneakers were making which explains all the looks I was getting while walking to the elevator.

I just bit into my sandwhich (honey turkey/muenster/lettuce) and swallowed a huge disgusting glob of mayo. Ugh. Gross.

I should have stayed home.