well, i don't know if it is or not. but it sure as hell is raining in monroe, ct. i'm here because it's my old man's birthday, and we're going to celebrate when he gets home from work. in the meantime, i've spent most of the day battling a headache and reading old issues of rolling stone, which my parents inexplicably have a subscription to.
in the august issue there's a great feature on coldplay that reminded me how much i like that band even though i think x&y kinda sucks.
i am only posting right now because i've been reading magazines for a very long time and can't bear the thought of starting another one.
i played my dad's old guitar for a little while but i can't find a pick anywhere in this house and i really wanted one so i just quit.
i took the dog for a walk but it's pouring and she didn't want to go very far because she wasn't the one who had an umbrella. so basically we turned around right after she did a huge poop in the middle of the street.
in the city rainy days are different. you can't hear it hitting the roof.