01 May 2009
Vanderslice
Rainy days can equate to happiness, which will also bring on constant memories of hot kidney beans and tofu, and other amazingly comforting things that I associate with rain. On this particular day, rainy days can also be construed as depressing. The date, particularly, reminds me of this double slap of Thao and Jonathan. I guess if I was still living at 821 Pine Street, we'd be celebrating our third anniversary. That in itself, is a scary thought. Though I'm not inclined to feel self-pity, the sequential loss of my dad's job is going to present itself a rough one - for this day, today, a rainy day.
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