"I'm only happy when it rains..."

As part of my cheering up process, I'm making an extra special effort to look good at the moment every time I leave the house, even for work. This is aided by the fact that I've lost shit loads of weight whilst lying around the house with hand to forehead going 'woe is me', and that my hair seems to be behaving itself at the moment and isn't currently trying to eat anything. I like being able to look in the mirror before going out and think 'HA! In your face, motherfucker!' It's worth it even if it does mean I've used more eyeliner in the last week than the last year, and that my house is starting to resemble an explosion in an underwear factory.

So I'm walking down the road thinking 'yeah, I think I'm getting my strut back!' when the heavens open and I realise I've left my umbrella in the pub last night. Fortunately my dreadlocks act like a sort of built-in umbrella, even if it does mean they'll be dripping water down the back of my neck all day. But my eyeliner when I arrived at work bore a closer resemblance to 'I've just had my mouth fucked until I gagged and my eyes watered' than 'immaculately presented professional'. Hey ho, both looks are good.