It’s raining. I knew it was going to rain. I have 3 umbrellas in my car. None in my office. I am leaving early. I have a long walk to my car. Normally, I would just say, “Fuck it. Who cares.” and walk in the rain without getting all bent out of shape. But. It is fucking chilly out there. And I hate rain and chill unless- UNLESS!- I am buried under blankets on my couch or in my bed with toasty snacks and beverages and Netflix. Add to that the fact that I am not going directly home. I am going to pick up a friend. We’re gonna go “do stuff” during which I will now, most likely, be damp (best possible scenario). So now- NOW!- I am irrationally angry about the situation. Like I want to hurl my computer off my desk while screaming FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK at the top of my lungs. That’s not normal. That. Is. Not. Normal. As I stated the other day after my irrational hilarity about that goat and kid Mortal Combat gif, I really do think I am losing my mind. Hey, maybe someone will let me borrow an umbrella. Huh. The end.