Rainy Days and Mondays

It has been raining for over a month. I am thinking of growing banana plants in the trunk of my car. Every attempt to gel my hair into submission results in chaos and curl anarchy minutes later. The dog is unclean, and it seems like giving her a bath would be as futile as washing the car. A trip to scenic Yountville proved that there is nothing to do in scenic Yountville when it's raining. My apartment smells. I'm sick of my sweaters. The streets never drain. Puddles are always much deeper than you think they're going to be. Springing forward only resulted in one more hour of rain. The sidewalks are littered with snail remains. The only thing to do on a Sunday is watch three episodes of "Buffy" and complain about the rain. Even my blog suffers, enduring the embarrassment of a post entitled with a Carpenter's song. Woe is me.