I like rain and all.

But.

Please. Stop.

After not seeing the full sun in days, weeks even, it starts to mess with your psyche. You almost agree to go see "Wedding Date" because, hey, it couldn't be that bad. You almost buy a poncho for $50. Your draw pictures of sunny days with crayons, using the 64-pack to full effect. Your get daily family calls from back East, asking are you okay, are you affected by the mudslides, sinkholes, etc, etc...

It's enough.

And now the Oscars are coming and they've crippled traffic to a standstill all around my apartment. So...not only can I not walk anywhere because of the pouring-ass rain, I can't drive anywhere either.

Shat.

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