This is When Rain Boots Would Come in Handy

by Jill

I’m sour as hell this morning. My pants, shoes, and socks are damp from the rain. I’m tired. I don’t have much to do at work. I have a headache. I feel like doing one of two things: punching someone in the face, or getting into my bed and pulling the covers up over my head.

I’m done bitching now. Had to get it out.

Wait, no. I’m mostly annoyed by my damp pants and shoes. Fuck off, rain.

Okay, that’s better. Proceed.