So folks, after a difficult few weeks and feeling somewhat downcast and disappointed with humanity my loved ones anointed me with a ticket to LC. They understand me. So I machinated to forego my gainful employment, which, I must say required some machinating, and tomorrow I was looking forward to sitting under the stars and listening to a fine array of musicians. Oh yes, it all sounds quite lovely. But nooooo!!!!! Oh, no, no, no, no, no. The forecast for tomorrow - THUNDERSTORMS. Yes, thunderstorms. Now if I was a better person, I would go along with quiet gratitude and suck it up. But no, my mind immediately believes this is some kind of weather conspiracy to make my life more shit. I am preparing my bags and my wellies and am pondering taking along a lightening rod in the hope the gods strike me down, for I surely know that everyone else's fun is being destroyed as the gods seek vengeance on my soul. For what, I'm not sure - well I do actually, but I'm not saying and I'm sticking to my delusion. A little melodramatic perhaps. Yup, yes, absolutely, and I know it's not all about me, but THUNDERSTORMS? I am now slinking away to quietly weep into my pillow, but not before I find something really angry to blog.
