the one that rained away
The dark clouds today seemed out of place in this nasty desert. I was hoping for some rain but the gods obviously had other plans; maybe I should have washed my car. That would have secured a torrential downpour for sure. I gave up washing them soon after realizing my ironic lack of luck punished me every time.
At some point throughout the day I found myself oddly discontent. You know that feeling when you just can’t feel relaxed in your mood or whatever it is. I hate that feeling. It was probably from the prospect of working my 350-hour shift. Maybe it was the weather, which usually puts me in a sort of somber yet introspectiveness, though today was not the case. I think it may relate to the massive doses of Xanax and Zoloft I used to rot away memories of the last two hellish days of moving..just kidding. I am the anti-self-medication poster child himself. No facetious remarks from anyone.
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