08.12.2003 || 01:38

Soaked. Truly.

Taberfuck, did I ever get soaked to-day. I was walking to work, when I felt a single, eggplant-sized drop fall on my head. Then a sheet of water. I thought someone'd emptied a pool off the top of one of the buildings on Ste-Catherine street or something.

While I was holding Mystie's discman. I ran for cover, but it was too late. It's drying out now, and I'm hoping to *hell* it resurrects itself. I'm going to feel all kinds of crappy if it doesn't, even though it wasn't my fault.

But I'm definitely getting me an umbrella with my next pay.

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