Here I am breaking promises again; it rained today, all over everything. My shirt got soaked, my shoes did too. It felt wonderful, with the pavement all warm and wet beneath my bare toes.

But afterwards, when you're cold and wet and shivering with dust on your dripping feet and your hair plastered to your skull like some sewer rodent, you fail to see what was so romantic about it in the first place.

Life is kinda like that, you know?

(Pat me on the head and make me feel better, wilya? I'm in one nasty downswing right now. Oh, what I wouldn't give for some chocolate right about now...)