Mother Fucking Rain

So in case you all were wondering it is STILL raining in Connecticut. In fact it never stops, ever. It's been a whole week of rain. At first snuggling up under the covers in a wooden cabin listening to the rain fall on the tin roof (every Norah Jones song) was quaint and comforting. Now it's just pissing me the hell off. Because that's really all you can do or feel like doing. Forget the strawberry picking, running the hidden pines trails of the forest, hiking to tree heaven, swimming in the reservoir, trips to bigelow, or god forbid working on my tan. Instead I've spent the last four days deciding when to give in and head to wal-mart to buy some rubber boots. All the while building cages for the boss in the lab (with potential dead mice haunting me).

And it's not just the rain but the general dampness that I'm sure all of you from the Have know exactly what I'm talking about. Oh and better yet I had to take a cold shower today because I was stupid enough to wait for everyone else at camp to take one before me. You get the gist... it's cold and wet here at Yale-Myers Forest.

Supposedly saturday is going to be partly cloudy... oh boy!