Rain Rain Go Away

I sit in a gilded tower of sorts, and by sorts I mean the second to top floor of an Eastchester project building. The borderline monsoon that has been going on all day and into the night is just the perfect excuse to sleep off the seven organic vodkas and pineapple that went on last night. Open bars are in fact the great equalizer, a scenario where us common folk can taste such exotic concoctions is what life should really be all about. They are like the liquor version of robin hood.

I am trying to square away another opportunity to wear my new shoes, if the weather will allow me. Since they are of the payless variety tromping around in the rain is certainly out of the question. Being in the rain under most circumstances is out of the question and I havn't the faintest clue where this phobia came from. It might go hand in hand with black woman's aversion to getting her hair wet, mixed with my personal aversion to most sprinkler designs. Instead of investing in a strategy to overcome this I simply let people know that I'm an "indoor cat".

Hopefully the rain will subside so I can leave the house, or I will make a further mess of my room and mother will look at me like I've just fallen off the wagon.