2006-06-03
This land I live above, this family empire, is tied to the weather. Rain makes pappa smurf very unhappy. This weekend is rainy. Every rainy weekend means fewer smackers to grease the cogs of progress, less moolah to pay for his mansion on the water. I am not minding it, except that I want to walk outside and I am faced with rain rain and rain. I have to put on pants instead of this nice skirt I am currently swishing around in.
There is a party tonight, a tent birthday party, that I likely will not attend. I was thinking of it, but in the last phone conversation with my brother (who is my ride) he seemed rather too popular to speak with me, and it made me not want to go anywhere with him. I think I am being overly sensitive and crabby, because of the rain, but regardless I'll probably opt out because of my overly jangled nerves. I have no idea why I'm feeling this way, except for lack of sunlight, perhaps.
I mostly wish I were a less sensitive person in times like this. Instead I will go back to my house and paint some paintings.