rain rain rain, went to town with no umbrella, rushing to catch the bus. michelle is now a drowned rat. finally chose to ignore the annoying $14 price for books of poetry and bought billy collins' "sailing alone around the room". along with "nine horses", i have the beginnings of my own billy collins collection! on the bus on the way back, billy collins and elliot smith and the rain everywhere just falling down. the bottoms of my jeans are wet and cold. my feet are bare but i don't mind, the room is warm. i wish it were sunny but i know if it were i would just want to lie on the grass and do nothing but read and sadly our lives can't be so simple. i skipped work today, that's indolence enough. now i have things to accomplish, you must excuse me.