Damn you Rain!

I was woken up at 2:30 by the second loudest clap of thunder I have ever heard, I sat up and though 'damn, that was loud' and proptly fell back to sleep. It had been raining continuiously until I got out of bed in the morning and had a large downpour while I was walking to work. 'This is nice,' thought I as I was holding an umbrella, 'I quite like the rain and it's good to see we are finally getting some.' Had to jump a few puddles but otherwise it wasn't so bad.

Work was fine today, had to dismantle a double bed and walk it to someones appartment, good deed of the day methinks. I stupidly thought I could out-do last times toasie by having a ridiculous amount of meat filling in it, so much I couldn't count, nor could we toastie it effectivly as it was too big for the machine we were using, bearing in mind this was my 3rd toastie of the day I was in for a beast. 20 minute later I sat there chewing by my lonesome and spiraled into an odd period of self loatheing. 'Oh God I hate myself, I alwasy do dumb stuff like this, a combined total of 1150 calories?! How the Hell am I gonna burn this off?' I finally finished the thing and my stomuch didn't settle for a couple of hours when assisted by 4 pints of water. At least it was sunny on the way home and I bought a PS2 with 6 games (not great ones), 2 memory cards and 3 controllers for just £8, bloody good deal!

Getting home it turned out that all of the controllers were 3rd party weird ones, only one was a wired one which had the cable almost chewed through so the analoge is permanatly set to 'down' which makes games unplayable. One of the memory cards was acctually a wireless reciever for one of the two wireless controllers, opening them up I discoved, to my horror, that they require 4 triple A batteries to work. Sod that.

Finally I was invited to a friends house who lives 2.5 miles away. 'I got this!' I told myself bravely, grabbing my bike so it wouldn't take too long. Stepping out the door Mum tells me to bring a coat. I pause. look outside. Sunny. 'Lol, it won't rain!'

Arriving at my friend's house he ttells me we were going to watch a film, of course that didn't happen but I had a fun time either way. By 8pm it starts raining but I tell mysle fthat it will soon pass as it was just light drizzle, I would leave when it died down a bit; seat will be a bit wet but whatever. 10:30 and it is still raining and I am feeling particulary stupid for not taking a coat, I decide to brave the weather, cramming my new hoodie into a water proof bag so as not to be harmed I set outside and into the horrible weather. Splat! 'Oh crap, the seat was wet, now I've got a wet bum.'

It felt like a monsoon as I rapidly peddled my way home, I couldn't see a thing in the unlit street areas and there was really bad grip for the bike tires, I felt really unsafe and swore to myself for the first 5 minutes, worst of all, some right moose properly drenched me in their car; didn't really matter because I was at that point where I couldn't get any wetter. Approching home was like finding the Holy Grail, it felt so good when I finally got in and out of the soaked clothes (the hoodies was fine.) Now I am going to bed as it has felt like a long day and hopefully that cycle ride burnt off most of that toastie.