(different day, place - same mood)

Soggy like wet cereal. It’s raining outside and it’s cold here in the house. The rain is so loud and constant that I feel like it is pouring into my brain. At least, that’s how I would feel if not for my nose and eyes, which are both so dry that I am convinced with each breath my skull will soon crack open so that my cotton ball eyes can absorb my face. Then, there’s my throat. Did I mention my throat is dry and sore? And my back hurts. Maybe my kidneys hurt because I haven’t drunk enough water today. I bought a good book this evening and I am excited to really dig into it. It seems to be about a guy who is depressed and whiny about his circumstances. It’s too late to get started now. Especially being so cold and soggy and all. How dreadful.