the thirty-six hour rain

it's 7am+ on a wednesday morning,
been pouring for the past thirty-six hours.
it's perfectly fine for me,
considering how much i love the rain,
especially in the dead hours,
or the wee hours of the morning.
BUT NOT WHEN IT'S HEAVY AND CONTINUOUS AND STINKIN' AND DISGUSTING AND PREVENTED ME FROM HEADING OUT!


would've been nice to cuddle in bed under the blanket.
but yeah, WHERE IS THE LER?
would've been nice to have warm coffee by the balcony
but yeah, i don't have a balcony.


the two things keeping me sane at home,
through this thirty-six hours of madness and wetness:

the darn pc, which i named Bill.


these two darn magazines.





i was bored.