I’m beginning to get paranoid. I’m in Dubai right, a desert… and what is not supposed to happen in the desert? It’s not supposed to rain. And for the last few days, that’s what it’s been doing. Raining. I feel like that cartoon character perpetually followed by a lone rain cloud. The difference is, I’m not depressed anymore!
On my holiday in the Philippines it almost rained on Christmas day (a very depressing occurance there), and I am beginning to think it was because of me. Another example: this summer that I was living in Ireland, it rained almost 50 days in a row. *Sigh* I suppose I shouldn’t complain… things could always be worse. 😀