Rain, rain, cats, dogs, frogs,... and more rain and I'm a little eeyoresque as is normal during these times, not so bad but a little gloomy like when I'm coming down from one of my "episodes;" which I suppose is slightly true and thoughts of job and future and leaving this town in just nine short months and not seeing all the people who have become my daily routine (some more welcome than others) and wondering: after all this expense and education, what next? To lawyer or not to lawyer? And where? What place do I love the best? I honestly don't know.
A yellow brick road would be a handy little tool right about now. And a good witch of the east. And a tinman. Just because, I've never actually seen a tinman. And besides, wouldn't a bit of Oz just take your mind of your troubles and anything that gives you reason to sing that often can't be a bad thing.
