The Old Man is Snoring.

I don't know how to deal with rain here. I could count on one horribly maimed and disfigured hand the number of times it has rained hard enough this year to need an umbrella. It's rare enough that the only times you actually realize you need an umbrella are when it's already raining, which is too late. And why the hell would I go out and buy one afterward, when this could very well be the last time it rains all year? It's a vicious cycle.

Besides, getting a little wet never hurt anyone. I have a mind just to walk to choir/class today naked with my clothes in a garbage bag slung over my shoulder. Mmm... dangly parts.