last night on the way home from the cumberland, it was pouring rain. upon arriving at yonge street to walk in a southerly direction, the rain grew heavier. we stopped in a doorway to wait it out since our hoods could only hold so much. the same rain that was pissing from the eavestroughs forming urban waterfalls had begun pissing down our foreheads and we'd had enough. we beat one guy to a small doorway, and he grumbled and continued on as we stood in the same space which he might have occupied had he a longer stride. sucker.

it finally let up a bit, and we soakingly carried on down yonge street in search of pizza-like sustenance. i spent my last $5 on a slice of chicken bruschetta pizza which was heaven after having not eaten since noon (except for a cereal bar at about six). yum.

we made our way home with wet jeans clinging to our legs and damp hoodies starting to smell like damp hoodies and finally got home. tea was had, of course, to rectify the dampening situation, as well as a dry change of clothes. dry clothes is one of those things we take for granted.

i putsed around, read for a bit, then crashed out early as the streets outside dried and prepared for another day.

this morning i awoke with sniffles and a sore throat and dragged my feet to work. kind feels like there are weights under my eyes. tonight, i do nothing since tomorrow is a twelve+ hour day of weddingness. until then...