why yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain
Dear LORD the weather in Aberdeen has turned abysmal. I am giving up on cocktails and dancing, I finally admit defeat - it's too cold to do anything but stay in bed and eat oranges and drink Lemsip and feel sorry for oneself. Last night one of my flatmates and I went out on a labyrinthine journey which lasted an hour and a half and ended in confusion, 10,000 grey streets, drinking in the rain, and meeting a dead cat. I may as well be living in a Neil Gaiman short story at this point.
completely unedited view from my window this afternoon, i.e. dramatic representation of what it's like to live underwater
Sigh. Back to hate-watching Geordie Shore wrapped in my duvet.