8/19/97
Sunday was filled with rain, wind, and thunder. Rain smacked down on the ground, the streets, and the cars that blurred by. The wind broke small branches from the trees and plucked leaves, throwing them to the ground.
I didn't set foot outside my apartment the whole day. I had stayed up too late on Saturday night and woke up early (the latter not of my choosing). I laid around for most of the day, stretched out on the futon, reading or watching TV even though my eyes hurt from being so tired. I hadn't been that lazy for a while, and I wish I hadn't been so tired so I could've enjoyed it even more.
Today it's still rainy, but just drizzly. When I came home from work, I walked through the wet grass in my sandals, and it felt tickly cool and refreshing--definately nice after being cooped up in a windowless space all day.
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