gray

I have not succeeded in running away from the feeling of sitting alone on a rainy day, desperate for social interaction and knowing that by tonight, I may not have left the house.

Sometimes I hate summer. I'm reading the internet instead of working and I'm looking out the window at cars waiting at the traffic light, thinking "is this all there is?" I know that in two hours things will have shifted again and there will be people here and someone will have cooked something at least semi-edible, but for now, I'm feeling a little down about my social life.

I have time. I'll meet people. The rain will pass.